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Everybody is burning up for this lucky star.

Like a virgin, she is crazy for you;

So open your heart & don’t be true blue!

As a material girl she was over the borderline.

She said, "Papa don’t preach, I live to tell;

Oh Father, express yourself like a prayer!"

The "bad girl" vogue to erotica and to her fever;

Tried to justify my love as she got deeper & deeper -

Her bedtime story was no secret to any beautiful stranger.

Finally, a ray of light melted her frozen heart.

Then she had a slice of the American pie,

and in the famous Hollywood, she lived the American life.

In a drowned world where there’s substitute for love,

she thinks love don’t live here anymore . . .

So her journey is to leave another suitcase in another hall.

By now if you don’t know what it feels like for a girl,

then listen to "Love Profusion" and ask her!

After all, music makes the people come together . . .

Time goes by so slowly, and she’s hung up on you.

After all the scandals, she still doesn’t feel sorry;

She walks to her own rhythm and says: "Don’t tell me!"

You’ll see in time, people never ask again,         

                                           "Who’s that girl?" . . . instead they’ll say, "I’ll remember . . ."