They call it a rock,
I call it my role,
Why am I finding it so hard,
To gain my self control?
So can I, can I have some more,
Can I have your rock and your roll,
So can I, can I have some more,
Will you be my rock and roll?
They say they come in threes,
Why's that always gotta be?
Cause I am only seeing two,
One for me, and one for you.
So can I, can I have some more,
Can I have your rock and roll?
Its like some mental block,
Like some kind of crazy night,
She's flown back the clock,
and I'm left still high in flight...
Would you, would you be my rock?
And I'll play my role.
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