People passing by, all through the night They use my senses in strange ways She knows just what you are, like a fading star And she uses my senses in strange ways *
You've got to think zinc Think a, think a Think a, think a Think a, think a Ooh **
You've got to think zinc Think a, think zinc Think a, think zinc Zinc, zinc Ooh **
People passing by, all through the night They use my numbers in strange ways Over the telephone, you should hear them groan I crossed his wires in strange ways *
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All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc All my favourite people child, you gotta think zinc
