Don't hear the phone that rings I know the fever's coming God knows what life will bring This Sunday morning (Sunday Morning) without a warning
Don't hear the neighbour scream He thinks my house is burning Well, life is good to me This Sunday morning (yeah)
She's a wild child And her l-l-love turns a man insane She's a wild child And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
Don't hear the backdoor crack Don't see the cops are coming back It's burnin' in my bed This Sunday morning (yeah)
She's a wild child (she's a wild child) And her l-l-love turns a man insane She's a wild child (she's a wild child) And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
She's on fire She's on fire She's on fire
She's a wild child And her l-l-love turns a man insane She's a wild child And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
She's a wild child (she's a wild child) And her l-l-love turns a man insane She's a wild child (she's a wild child) And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
She's a wild child She's a wild child
Yeah
She's a wild child (she's a wild child) And her l-l-love turns a man insane She's a wild child (she's a wild child) And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
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