hes the backstage king
grab the guitar and my heart
im sitting by the bar , watching him play
stroking his finger through the strings
he give me an cheeky wink
and i know its over
got it bad and it drives me mad
he is the backstage king
salty and sweet
that dance to his own beat
but so do i because im sick as hell
under touch and i got you under my spell
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