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Get out from that kitchen, |
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And rattle those pots and pans, |
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Well, roll my breakfast, |
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Cause I'm a hungry man. |
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I said, shake, rattle, and roll, |
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Well, you'll never do nothing, |
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To save your doggone soul. |
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Wearing those dresses, |
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Your hair done up so nice, |
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You look so warm, |
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But your heart is cold as ice. |
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I'm like a one-eyed cat, |
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Peeping in a sea food store, |
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I can look at you, |
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'Til you don't love me no more. |
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I believe you're doing me wrong, |
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And now I know, |
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The more I work, |
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The faster my money goes. |
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I said, shake, rattle, and roll, |
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Well, you'll never do nothing, |
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To save your doggone soul. |