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The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah |
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The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah |
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You lovely ladies in your leather and lace |
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A thousand lips I would love to taste, I've got one heart and it hurts like hell |
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If you can't rock me somebody will |
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If you can't rock me somebody will |
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Now, who's that black girl in the bright blue hair? Oh yeah |
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Now, don't you know that it's rude to stare? Oh yeah |
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I'm not so green but I'm feelin' so fresh, I simply like to put her to the test |
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She's so alive and she's dressed to kill, but |
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If you can't rock me somebody will |
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If you can't rock me somebody will |
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If you can't rock me somebody will |
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If you can't rock me somebody will |
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Now I ain't lookin' for no pretty face, oh no |
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Or for some hooker workin' roughish trade |
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And there ain't nothing like a perfect mate |
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And I ain't lookin' for no wedding cake |
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But I been talkin' 'bout it much too long |
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I think I better sing just one more song |
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I've got one heart and it hurts like hell |
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I'm simply dying for some thrills, spills, oh yeah |
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If you can't rock me, if you can't rock me |
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Somebody will, somebody will, somebody will |
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If you can't rock me |
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Well, well, well, well |
