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I read your letter and the things you say |
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You said power chords are all that I should play |
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Well this is what you're gonna eat today, Virginia |
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Power chords are what you say you need |
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Look inside your body baby you will see |
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That man and egg and flying seed is in ya |
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If you depend on me to make you rock and roll |
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You better look out, titch, because we're gettin' old |
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Look inside and check out your neglected soul, Virginia |
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But I can seem to dance all night alone unseen |
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Or VIP and fight down at the Music Machine |
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But as for you the place to look for rock and roll is in ya |
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You got it in ya |
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You got it in ya |
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You got it in ya |
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You got it in ya |
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It's in ya |
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Yea it's in ya |
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It's in ya |
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Well, I'll forgive completely all your lack of tact |
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My patience holding out and it's a hard-earned fact |
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I could easily buy your time, dearest Virginia |
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You would always give me just a one more chance |
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Hang around and ask me for a chance to dance |
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But I can't make you jump baby if you ain't got it in ya |