do you still bowl around after dark
blowing your hope and your smoke in the rain
I lit a little fire off your chimney spark
and I knew then I would never see you naked again

the whole world is our playground
the whole world is our playground
take the night by the hand
and set it on fire again

if I hear this song on the radio
I swear I'll go out of my mind
but I try not to think about you every minute or so
but they, they sold you as a prize

the whole world is our playground
the whole cell is our playground
take the night by the hand
and set it on fire again

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