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Well, I got a little woman called Crazy Legs |
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She's the queen of the teenage crowd |
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All the cats stuffin' nickels in the ol' jukebox |
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Just to watch her do the bop when the music gets loud |
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Crazy Legs, Crazy Legs, a-boppin' all over the floor |
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Do the bop, Crazy Legs, do the bop |
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She's my baby and I don't mean maybe |
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She's mine-mine-mine all mine |
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(Jump!) |
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Well, when she hears the music, well it gets in her feet |
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Well, then she starts a-rocking with the crazy beat |
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She does a different kind of rhythm with every song |
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Well, that's why they call her Crazy Legs, she's real gone |
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Crazy Legs, Crazy Legs, a-boppin' all over the floor |
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Do the bop, Crazy Legs, do the bop |
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She's my baby and I don't mean maybe |
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She's mine-mine-mine all mine |
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Well she can bop, she can boogie, she can move and jump |
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With a style that's all her own |
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Just give her lots of room and a rock 'n' roll tune |
