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See the girl with cymbals on her fingers |
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Entering through the door |
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Ruby glistening from her navel |
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Shimmering around the floor |
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Bells on feet go ting-a ling-a linging |
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Going through my head |
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Sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drops |
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Running from her head |
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Now she's dancing, going through the movements |
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Swaying to and fro |
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Body moving, bringing back a memory |
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Thoughts of long ago |
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Blood is rushing, temperature is rising |
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Sweating from my brow |
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Like a snake, her body fascinates me |
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I can't look away now |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Give me time to breathe |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Or I'll have to leave |
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Now she's moving all around the tables |
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Luring all in sight |
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But I know that she cannot see me |
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Hidden by the light |
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Closer, closer, she is getting nearer |
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Soon she'll be in reach |
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As I enter into a spotlight |
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She stands lost for speech |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Give me time to breathe |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Or I'll have to leave |
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[Break] |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Give me time to breathe |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Or I'll have to leave |
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Now I hold her, people are staring |
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Don't know what to think |
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And we struggle knocking over tables |
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Spilling all the drinks |
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Can't they understand that I want her |
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Happens every week |
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Heavy hand upon my collar |
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Throws me in the street |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Give me time to breathe |
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing |
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Or I'll have to leave |
