RAGE_TO_LOVE_KIM_WILDE RAGE TO LOVE KIM WILDE Ten little indians standin' in a row, all dressed up but nowhere to go. Lookin' for a target, lookin' for a man. Just get me out of here, it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on. Just push me out again, it's no use hangin' 'round or hangin' on. Seven little indians standin' in a row, The compere walks on the stage and he says: "Sing it Girls" - okay. But the band's not good and the song don't cut it. Tust get me out for here, it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on. . . . Hangin' on. Come on, let's go tonight, we gotta brand-new way to celebrate it. Oh, I got this rage to love. Baby, it's so right, and if you feel it, Great! Dedicate it. Oh, I got this rage to love. Three little indians cryin' in their make-up, Nobody stops and nobody cares. Just get me out of here, it's not the place my mind's been thinkin' on. ... Hangin' on. Come on, let's go tonight, we gotta brand-new way to celebrate it. ... Come on, let's go tonight, we gotta brand-new way to celebrate it. ... Oh, it's just this age to, oh, I got this rage to love. I got this rage to love, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got, I got this rage to love.