Lyrics: Rancid. ...And Out Come The Wolves. She's Automatic.

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The way that she moves well I was aroused impowered,
impassioned by every move it's cold outside we need
a place to hide go into the club to thaw out for the night
she's automatic the way that she moves she asked
me if I would stand by her side like glue that I would till
the end of the night my head was spinnin' a million
miles an hour the chance I was takin' I get anxious
around her she put her head on my shoulder I started
to hold her swingin' and swayin' the morning began