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The boys are getting rowdy, |
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Skys are getting cloudy, |
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And we're standing in the rain. |
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My feet are getting wetter, |
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Now I'm feeling better, |
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And we're all out of our brain. |
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There's another urban jungle on heat, |
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And another rebel out on the street, |
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You've gotta watch yourself whoever you meet. |
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Cos she's little |
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Sheila,She's right now. |
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She's little |
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Sheila,Sheila's right now, yeah. |
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On up and over under, |
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Can you here the thunder, |
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On the concrete avenue. |
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Pointed toe stilettoes, |
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Ringing in the ghettos, |
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When the girls are on the loose. |
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There's some more commotion down on the street, |
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And some more emotion out in the heat, |
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You've gotta watch yourself whoever you meet. |
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Cos she's little |
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Sheila,She's right now. |
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She's little |
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Sheila,Sheila's right now, yeah. |
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The boys are getting meaner, |
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I ain't getting no cleaner, |
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See me standing in the rain. |
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I'm getting soaking wet, |
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And then I drop my cigarette, |
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And see it floating down the drain. |
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There's another urban jungle on heat, |
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And another rebel out on the street, |
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You've gotta watch yourself whoever you meet. |
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Cos she's little |
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Sheila,She's right now. |
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She's little |
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Sheila,Sheila's right now, yeah. |
