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We like to scream and dance, take over the place |
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But she's a star spangled dazzler and she moves with grace |
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And she knows she's alright |
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But the kids just wanna fight on a Saturday night |
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We like to listen to the saxophone playing out his heart and soul |
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Tapping to the rhythm of the songs we know |
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Still living when the party's over |
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She sips champagne and you should see her bossa nova |
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You see her dancing in her red shoes, she's really living on a Saturday night |
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You see her dancing in her red shoes, she's really swinging on a Saturday night |
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Well the kids jump up and down, they boogie in the loft |
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We got a ton of explosive and we're gonna let it off |
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She's a real sheherezade a new story every night |
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With her head held high she was picking for a fight |
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Oh never could get around to the business with the head |
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In her cadillac and curlers you could kid her black is blue |
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But you ain't seen nothing till you've seen her in her red shoes |
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You see her dancing in her red shoes, she's really living on a Saturday night |
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You see her dancing in her red shoes, she's really swinging on a Saturday night |