Text: Warrant. Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich. Down Boys.

Some things you do really make me mad I must confess
The way the street light silhouettes your thighs inside your dress
Wild child in the streets I think I see you but I really don't know (who
knows)
Goin' a million miles an hour headed out to where the down boys go

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Whoa can we rewind to where we've been
ooh I wish you'd take a look and see the shape I'm in

CHORUS:
Where the down boys go GO, where the down boys go GO
Where the down boys go, yeah, I wanna go where the down boys go

You comb your hair, put on your shades you look real cool
Your giving me the run-around you make me feel like a fool
Got alot of nerves to call me cheap even though it's true
I don't care where we go tonight Just take me along with you

PRECHORUS

CHORUS

Some things you do really make me mad I must confess
The way the street lights silhouette your thighs inside your dress

PRECHORUS

Where the down boys go GO Where the down boys go
Where the down boys go
Where the go