Chartreuse. You got the color that turns me loose. Chartreuse. That color just turns me loose. Better than Magenta. Better than Fuchia. You got a shade that gets rid of the blues. Chocolate
Midnight sun, I'm on the run. No more walking, shoot the gun. Well, my waiting's over, turn me loose, turn me loose. I ain't nobody, nobodys golden goose Scold me, hold me close to you. If you only held