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And you can dance |
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Good grief, won't you look on the dancefloor! |
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She's got to be American; she's not from here |
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Oh no! I can't even look away |
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She's just far too thin and beautiful as sin |
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We're all living in a world of poultry |
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Eating polyester and committing adultery |
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Calm down, boy! I'll tell you the secret |
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It's ever so simple it really, really is |
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Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my |
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She's On Drugs What's up? |
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Hey! Sha-la-la-la Oo my-my |
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She's On Drugs |
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So steady on, get a grip on yourself |
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You just can't act like that in the theatre |
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Where'd you get that look in your eyes |
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Behaving like the boss of a whole new religion |
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Said please! I thought you got savvy |
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But you're looking like a lemon and talking like a navvy |
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Ah I guess that's so many people's problem these days: |
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You can see the hills - you just can't go there |
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Chorus |
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Aw, it simply shouldn't ever occur |
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If she puts her arms above her head like that again |
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I don't know what I'll say or do |
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Hey Charlie |
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Now I'm out on the street and I believe she's in distress |
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She's got her hair in her eyes and her eyes are in a mess |
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Hey now, I've been hoping we was going to meet |
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Now won't you take my hand so I can help you across the street? |
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Whooo! Talk about bloodsports! |
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Even the spectators get killed! |
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You can see the cars, you just can't get out of their way |
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Chorus |
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Ah this simply doesn't happen to me |
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If you have a single night like that in town again |
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I don't know what I'd say or do |
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Oh, but honey? I think I want to do it with you |
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Chorus |
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