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Hey operator, cancel the phone call |
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I hear somebody knockin' at the door |
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Lookie here it's Loretta and she never looked better |
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Her arms full of groceries from the store |
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My, my, my |
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Ain't she fine |
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My, my, my |
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Ain't she fine |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Racin' is my trade, she works as a housemaid |
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On weekends don't you know it's paradise |
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Even though we got no dough, it don't bother Loretta though |
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She turns them red hot mamas into ice |
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My, my, my |
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Ain't she fine |
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My, my, my |
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Ain't she fine |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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I want an antenna, baby, she wants a clothesline |
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Then we'll be livin' like the rich folks do |
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I'll pick up Chicago on my transistor radio |
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Loretta she can stay in bed till noon |
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My, my, my |
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Ain't she fine |
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My, my, my |
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Ain't she fine |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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My, my, my |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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My, my, my |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |
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Cool rockin' Loretta |