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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