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Here she comes ridin' |
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Rollin' it down the line |
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Slipin' and slidin' |
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Takin' her sweet old time |
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And laughin' all the way to the parking lot |
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Knowin' in the back of her mind |
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She's gonna show the boy what she's really got |
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And stop him in the nick of time |
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Shake it baby, shake it all you can tonight |
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Go on and, and break 'em baby |
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Break 'em all you can tonight |
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'Cause it won't last forever |
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But do it for worse or for better |
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And give the boy somethin' to dream on later |
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Here she comes slidin' |
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Shakin' it down the hall |
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She's got a picture in her locker |
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An autographed basketball |
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She's got a purse that was made in Mexico (Mexico) |
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A mind that was made for love |
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She's got a new way of dancin' slow |
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She knows what you're thinkin' of |
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Shake it baby, shake it all you can tonight |
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Go on and Break them |
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Break 'em all you can tonight |
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It won't last forever |
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Do it for worse or for better |
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Or give the boy somethin' to dream on later |
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It won't last forever |
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Do it for worse or for better |
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Or give the boy somethin' to dream on later |
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Shake it baby, shake it all you can tonight |
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Go on and Break them |
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Break 'em all you can tonight |
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Shake it baby, shake it all you can tonight |
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Go on and Break them |
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Break 'em all you can tonight |
