I'm going down into the valley
The valley of you, [Incomprehensible]
Hope I don't find her
I wanna change my ways
Changing my today's today
So I'm putting on blinders
Into the hurricane
We're not in Charleston anymore
She is well protected
Guarded by the furies
With hell hounds at her feet
She's got a strange child, a two-headed baby
One head speaks French and one never eats
And they don't like me, into a hurricane
We're not in Charleston anymore
And I have a tormented temptress
We're not in Charleston anymore
We're not in Charleston anymore
She is a firework, fourth of July
Rocket to the moon
Yes, she's a super straight
She's got a great big bed
A flying carpet to hell
Head off the hurricane
Into the hurricane
We are not in Charleston anymore more, more, more
And I have a tormented temptress, us
We're not in Charleston anymore
We're not in Charleston anymore, more, more
We're not in Charleston anymore, more, more, more
We're not in Charleston anymore, more, more
We're not in Charleston anymore, more, more, more
We're not in Charleston anymore, more, more
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