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I've got a little black book names & numbers and faces forsook, lips puckered, I swear they never spoke, put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index, the secret sign that says your mine, call; i'll give you back your dime Something coming from the stereo hysteria, coming out of her stereo something stung me with malaria, hysteria is coming out of her stereo Action - don't you want some? Underneath the collar, is where it begins the wearer of the mark of the love of pain, beneath the sheets, under the covers, is where it all begins. Action - don't you want some action? From Letras Mania