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Backfired Lyrics By Debbie Harry

    backfired your plan your plan backfired
    backfired my man your plan backfired in your face

    you came into my life to test me
    your diplomatic drag depressed me
    the glitter in your eyes undressed me

    you were polished slick really thick
    wasting time dropping lines like i could get you into movies

    but we would up at hojo’s for hamburgers to go

    backfired your plan backfired
    backfired my man your plan backfired in your face

    to steal my mind was your objective
    the way you spoke was too aggresive
    the silly jokes were not impressive

    like a traveling salesman met farmer with three daughters yet
    all the quips were so suggestive

    then we ran down to hojo’s for hamburgers to go

    backfired your plan backfired
    backfired my man your plan backfired in your face

    well come here my little dear i’ve got what it takes
    give me just what i want and i’ll give you a break
    well don’t slip on your lips cuz you’re talking so fast
    buying for first crying for last
    well come on my little lady don’t shoot me down
    i’ve got strong connections all over town
    just drop to a dead stop
    what

    backfired your plan backfired
    backfired my man your plan backfired in your face

    you were polished slick really thick
    wasting time dropping lines
    backfired
    a traveling salesman met a farmer with three daughters yet
    backfired
    backfired
    your plan backfired
    couldn’t work out no
    backfired
    my man your plan backfired in your face
    it backfired

    backfired
    your plan just backfired
    oh no it couldn’t work out backfired
    better get a new line and try it again
    slick performance on demand
    backfired

    you better back up fast and head out west
    you may still collect
    backfired
    it backfired
    your plan backfired
    too bad
    backfired
    my man your plan backfired

    well come here my little dear i’ve got what it takes
    give me just what i want and i’ll give you a break
    well don’t slip on your lips cuz you’re talking so fast
    buying for first crying for last
    well come on my little lady don’t shoot me down
    i’ve got strong connections all over town
    just drop to a dead stop

    Artist: Debbie Harry

    Year: 1981

    Decade: 80s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 210