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She lights it up like a million sparks |
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Shootin' from the hips straight through your heart |
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When she burns it down, that's my favorite part |
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Hip-hip-hooray for the dirty looks |
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How could any city sleep with all these crooks? |
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Come on take me home is all it took |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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She goes up, down, and she's goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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I go up, down, and she goes around |
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The bourbon drinking hustlers are out tonight |
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One of them fools wants to make you his wife |
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But I know better I run from my life |
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Kiss me on the cheek with peach cream lips |
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Playing ???? on the jukebox, twirl your hips |
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Would you dance for me if my songs were hits? |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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She goes up, down, and she's goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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I go up, down, and she goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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She goes up, down, and she's goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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I go up, down, and she goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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She goes up, down, and she's goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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I go up, down, and she goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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She goes up, down, and she's goes around |
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Yeah, she goes around-round |
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I go up, down, and she goes around |
