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Finally Friday night, got to get feeling right |
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Low cut tank top, blue jeans skin tight |
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Nine o'clock dance hall, walking in, struttin' tall |
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Lookin' so good, boys scratchin' on the eight ball |
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Belly up to the bar, Cuervo, PBR |
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Flirting with the bartender, hey baby, no charge |
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Band's playing my song, gotta get my groove on |
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Ride Sally, ride Sally, ride it all night long |
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If you got it, flaunt it |
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Make the cowboys want it |
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You gotta shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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Shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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Closing time, two o'clock, party in the parking lot |
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Dancing on a flat bed, everybody's getting hot |
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Swiggin' on some Wildcat, bumpin' old school rap |
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Give that girl a brass pole, where'd she learn to do that? |
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If you got it, flaunt it |
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Make the cowboys want it |
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You gotta shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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Shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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East west north south, let it all hang out |
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Move it up move it down, take the country into town |
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Shake that thing |
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If you got it, flaunt it |
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Make the cowboys want it |
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You gotta shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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Shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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You gotta shake that thing |
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(Shake that thing) |
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Shake that thing |