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I went down to Paradise Garage |
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And took my place in line |
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The cashier said |
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"Are you alright?" |
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I said "I'm feelin' fine" |
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I'm a stranger to Nirvana, |
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I don't box outside my weight |
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But when I stepped out of the taxi |
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I did not anticipate this feelin' |
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(Oh excuse me, sir... |
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Oh, no, no, after you...) |
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Baby's got a dream and she can boogie |
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Daddy's got a groove that's coming clean |
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Jemie's got a vision of a permanent position |
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Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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Well, I'm from Plainsbro, New Jersery, |
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And I didn't bring a date |
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I guess I wasn't really sure |
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If you'd be boogeyin' this late |
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I can't think were I put my wallet |
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Naive suburban fool |
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You wouldn't think that I'd spent hours outside |
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French polishing my cool... |
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And feelin' so strange |
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(I said after you... |
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I'm a gentleman... |
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Well, by implication) |
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Baby's got a dream and she can boogie |
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Daddy's got a groove that's comin' clean |
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Jemie's got a vision of a permanent position, |
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Me, I'm oiling up my dance maching |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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Gotta boogie! |
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Baby's got a dream and she can boogie |
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Daddy's got a groove that's comin' clean |
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Jemie's got a vision, of a permanent position |
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Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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And it goes like this |
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Well, I really only stepped inside to vary my routine |
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You see, I read about this discotheque |
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In New York Magazine |
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(Hey Baby, what's your sign? |
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And haven't we met before?) |
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I really must suggest |
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That we've achieved a rare rapport |
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Hit the ceiling |
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(Where are you? |
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Come on, come on |
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You're usually so punctual) |
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Gotta boogie |
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(Uh, no, I had a little trouble at the door, |
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But, anyway,...twenty bucks took care of it... |
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Do you come here a lot?) |
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Gotta boogie |