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She's all dressed up... pretty well |
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Waving your hands so high, she could reach the sky |
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She is all necked up, like she's got something to sell. |
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But no one cares right now, as she starts to dance. |
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And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side |
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And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah, |
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And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side |
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And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah. |
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She is all fucked up but no one could tell |
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Living in ages behind to find a brain again, |
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She is all messed up, somewhere up ahead |
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But no one cares right now, as she starts to dance. |
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And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side |
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And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah, |
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And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side |
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And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah. |
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And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side |
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And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah, |
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And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side |
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And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah. |
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And she starts... dancing to the music, now |
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And she starts... dancing to the music, yeah, |
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And she starts... dancing to the music, now |
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And she starts... dancing to the music, yeah. |
