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No Turning BackI don't want noone fussing over meSweet talking honey, dosn't go with me I walk alone don't want nobody And that's the way it's going to be I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been a mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back I dig the sound of a gretch guitar You'll find me where these swindle places are Where all the other cats faces are So many near and yet so far I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back Just watch me shimmy to a solid beat The boys all heard it but the fun is sweet I kiss them once and then I stomp my feet Outside on the street again I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back I don't want noone fussing over me Sweet talking honey, dosn't go with me I walk alone don't want nobody And that's the way it's going to be I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been a mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back |