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She can dance |
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When she walks down the street |
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Seems to float through the air |
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Like in a real good dream |
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Dark brown skin |
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This angel blues just under six |
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Feet tall now |
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And never sings the blues |
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Got to go, got to get away |
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Got to go, go, go, go, go |
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Before it's too late |
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Walked into my life |
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Around quarter to three |
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She ain't no angel you know |
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And it's getting to me |
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With a dirty little smile |
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And these eyes of blue |
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I'm telling you honey |
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This ain't no good for you |
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Got to go, got to get away |
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Got to go, go, go, go, go |
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Before it's too late |
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Now it's a quarter to six |
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And the sun begins to shine |
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You just woke yourself up |
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You start work at nine |
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You told yourself before a million times |
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This ain't no good for you |
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Got to go, got to get away |
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Got to go, go, go, go, go |
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Before it's too late |
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She said, walk this way, etc |
