Smoke Gets In Yer Eyes
Brokenhearted Melody
Don’t Touch Me There
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The smell of burning leather
As we hold each other tight
As our rivets rub together
Flashing sparks into the night
At this moment of surrender, darling
If you really care
Don't touch me there (don't touch me there)
Don't touch me there (don't touch me there)
Don't touch me there (don't touch me there)
. . .
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?