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Met a lot of women |
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Who could love alright |
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But nothing like a woman |
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That I met this night |
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She's dynamite, she's dynamite |
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She knows what to do |
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And she knows what it's all about |
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Now men don't blame me |
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Because I've been around |
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I don't understand |
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What's she's putting down |
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She's dynamite, she's dynamite |
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She knows what to do |
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And she knows what it's all about |
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Now she don't drink liquor |
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And very little gin |
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But she'll show you how |
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You can just tell her when |
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She's dynamite, she's dynamite |
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She knows what to do |
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And she knows what it's all about |
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She's got a peal handled pistol |
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A knife and a razor too |
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You don't tell her nothing |
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She'll always tell you |
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She's dynamite, she's dynamite |
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She knows what to do |
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And she knows what it's all about |
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Now you can whip it, whop it |
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Or hang it on the wall |
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Or throw it out the window |
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She'll pitch herself a ball |
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She's dynamite, yeah, she's dynamite |
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She knows what to do |
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And she knows what it's all about |
