First Impression

(rock-n-roll star)

He turns on the animal
It's that time of day
Here comes little Johnny
From the back streets of the UK
He's got the answer
Doesn't go away
Who's gonna treat you right
Who's gonna change the world tonight...tonight

The lasting first impression
Is what you're looking for
I said oh, is that your first impression
And is that good enough for you?

Don't want illusion
A power glory ride
Doesn't run with the neighborhood shadows
On a death trip body slide
He won't give up
And he won't give in
And he won't let up until
He gets inside your pretty skin

I said oh, the lasting first impression
Is what you're looking for
I said oh, is that your first impression
And is that good enough for you?

He turns on the animal
It's that time of day
To make a little honey
In the backstreets of the UK
And he loves the noise
And he loves to play
Just living here and now boys
Coz tomorrow's on the way

I said oh, the lasting first impression
Is what you're looking for
I said oh, is that your first impression
And is that good enough for you?
Good enough for you
Enough for you
And is that good enough for you?

The possibility he sees the possibility
To seize the opportunity he sees the possibility
To turn on the animal

I said oh, the lasting first impression
Is what you're looking for
I said oh, is that your first impression
And is that good enough for you?
Good enough for you
Enough for you
And is that good enough for you?

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