Album: Stadium Arcadium
She's only 18
Don't like the Rolling Stones
She took the shortcut
To being fully grown
She's got that mood ring
A little sister rose
The smell of Springsteen
A pair of pantyhose
The talking picture show
Is leaking from a silhouette
She said my man you know
It's time you get your fingers what
The last I heard from you,
You were screaming "handle it"
Knock the world right off its feet
And straight onto its head
The book of love
Will long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you and what was said
Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed
I heard some P-funk
Out on the road again
To get your head shrunk
Is what I recommend
It's in your bloodline
A perfect Frankenstein
Out on that lone pine
I'm gonna make you mine
It's understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck
You got some glitter on your
Kitty at the discotheque
I put my lovin' in your oven
Not a head to check
The last I heard from you
You were screaming "ressured"
Knock the world right off its feet
And straight onto its head
The book of love
Will long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you and what was said
Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed