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It's eleven, finally |
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She's been working like a maniac since three |
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Takes bus seven, going west |
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She pass the drycleaning, picks up her favourite dress |
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Oh-woo-ho |
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She's gonna rock it tonight |
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Get ready |
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Nothing can stop it tonight |
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Mocha brunette, slim and tall |
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But during daytime noone sees her at all |
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On friday nights, you can be sure |
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When she moves everybody's looking at her |
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Oh-woo-ho |
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She's gonna rock it tonight |
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Get ready |
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Nothing can stop it tonight |
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They look at her like if she's crazy |
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But the way she moves it just amaze me |
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She knows excactly, where to run |
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Can take it further every time she's having fun |
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Like a tornado, hurricane |
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She's such a good time can i see her again |
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Oh-woo-ho |
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She's gonna rock it tonight |
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Get ready |
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Nothing can stop it tonight |
