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Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! |
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You turned your lover down |
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As though you just awoke |
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You follow the sound |
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Out the door to the ground floor |
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Where you see a man standing |
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Where you never seen before |
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Playing a guitar with his heart in a string |
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Watch him dance and sing out on the street |
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But everyone who sees |
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Just taken with the sight, not the sound... |
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(Aa-aahh!) |
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So let your hands slip off the wheel |
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As you begin to feel something |
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That could heal your broken shattered bones |
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As you drift off the road to turn up the radio |
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Your body is thrown to the unknown |
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Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! |
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You turned your lover down |
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As though you just awoke |
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You follow the sound |
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To my guitar of which I sing |
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I will give my diamond ring |
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If only this old piece of wood |
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Could love me like a woman... |
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Ding Dong |
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Hello, it's Thwilla! Smooth like vanilla |
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Dancing you can't see me cause I'm on your record |
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Start snapping, start clapping |
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Moon walk on the floor till they call you Michael Jackson |
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Cause you're bad, you know it |
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Your dad he noticed |
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Slip me a love potion |
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I'll do the locomotion |
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Romba, Conga, Samba and Charleston |
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The sounds got me shaking in a major way |
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With a little help from Jim, Jack and James |
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Now, get in the middle miss, let me watch you wiggle it |
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Show me where you're ticklish and shake it like Shakira did |
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Done good without a doubt |
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Must of ate your Brussels sprouts |
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Now just please don't turn me down |
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Please don't turn me down |
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Please don't turn me down |
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Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! |
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You turned your lover down |
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As though you just awoke |
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You follow the sound |
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Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! |
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You turned your lover down |
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(My dancing shoes) |
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As though you just awoke |
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You follow the sound [x5] |