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Pickett-Cropper |
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There you sit all by yourself |
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Everybody's dancin'; they can't a-help themselves |
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The groove is much too strong; they can't hold out long |
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So get up, don't fight it; you've got to (feel it, feel it) |
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You'd better get on up & get the groove |
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You know what, baby? I like the way you move |
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You do the thing like you ought to be, all right |
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So don't fight it, oh baby (feel it, feel it) |
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The way you jerk, the way you do the twine |
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You're too much, baby; I'd like to make you mine |
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& after the dance I'm gonna take you home |
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So don't fight it, baby you've got to (feel it, feel it) |
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Don't fight it (feel it, feel it) you've got to (feel it, feel it) |
