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Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm |
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That pitter-pats through my brain... |
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So darn persistent, the day isn't distant |
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When it'll drive me insane |
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Comes in the morning without any warning |
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And hangs around me all day |
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I'll have to sneak up to it, someday and speak up to it |
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I hope it listens when I say: |
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Fascinating rhythm, you've got me on the go |
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Fascinating rhythm, I'm all a-quiver |
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What a mess you're making, the neighbors want to know |
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Why I'm always shaking, just like a fliver. |
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Each morning I get up with the sun |
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Start a-hopping, never stopping |
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To find at night no work has been done |
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I know that once it didn't matter, but now you're doing wrong |
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When you start to patter, I'm so unhappy |
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Won't you take a day off, decide to run along |
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Somewhere far away off, and make it snappy |
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Oh, how I long to be the gal I used to be |
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Fascinating rhythm, oh won't you stop picking on me? |
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I know that once it didn't matter, but now you're doing wrong |
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When you start to patter, I'm so unhappy |
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Won't you take a day off, decide to run along |
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Somewhere far away off, and make it snappy |
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Oh, how I long to be the gal I used to be |
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Fascinating rhythm |
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Fascinating rhythm |
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Won't you stop picking on me... |
