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Sun shinin' bright blue skies up above |
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Strollin' through the city of brotherly love |
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Yeah, Third and |
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South where she hangs out |
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When she strolls by all the fellas call and shout for her |
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I cut across the street, her eyes don't meet |
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She strolls by, she don't give me the eye |
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She don't turn her head |
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Yeah, she's sassy, she's brassy, above all she's classy |
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She's put together like an |
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Austin Healy chassis with a tan |
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She's always grand |
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Talkin' bout |
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LuannShe's alright alone, she don't need company |
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Miss Luann never, ever, ever looks twice at me |
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I don't turn her head |
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Yeah, she ain't been to college |
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But she's been to school |
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And she knows how to wear those |
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FM shoesYes, she can |
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I'd give a grand |
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Just to meet |
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LuannWooAt the weekend dance she shows up late |
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The fellas stand around, they just can't wait for her |
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Yeah, but they ain't got a chance |
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She don't give them a glance |
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Don't you know |
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Luann is just too cool too dance |
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Too badTalkin' bout |
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Louann |
