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I'd like to imagine your kiss is like dynamiteI didn't think that you would call me tonightI like youThings you doYou're mod through and throughlet's go for a ride on your sparkly LambrettaI'll sit you behind you and cling to your sweaterI like youThings you doLet's talk about The WhoIt's all tight trousers and records to youLet's wear our parkas and sport big hair-dosyou're only 16 but you seem so much olderI'm 25 now and I can't get much bolderI like youThings you doWish I wasn't too old for you,Lambretta boy From Letras Mania