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Hey you know |
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Baby don't care who's mad about her, |
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Always got the boys hanging out to get her, |
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Knows just when to smile |
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But she can bite like a crocodile. |
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Don't want to get heavy, don't ask me why, |
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Got everything in place from her foot to her eyelash. |
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Just might dance, but not for a while |
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She don't want nobody cramping her style. |
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Knows it when you think she's nice, |
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But if you want her to be yours, boy, |
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You got to pay the price. |
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Better get ready for tears and sorrow - |
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She'll be here today and she'll be gone tomorrow |
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Waving her pretty hand. |
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She's got a date with another man. |
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Too busy to stay in one place too long, |
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Got itchy feet, got to be moving on. |
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See you again, out on the tiles, |
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Your broken heart will mend, baby, up in a while. |
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Now you know she's cold as ice |
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And if you want her to be yours, boy, |
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You got to pay the price. |
