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Let me tell you bout my real gone chick |
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She's got a different style |
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And when she tries to talk to me |
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I always smile |
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She's a tongue tied Jill, my rockin' thrill |
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But I like to hear her say |
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Well, me dot what me want |
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Well, me dot what me want |
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Oh, me dot what me want |
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Well me dot what me want |
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Me dot what me want when me dot you |
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Let's go! |
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Well, I took her to a place I knew |
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Where the lights were low |
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And when they played a boogie beat |
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That cat could really go |
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We danced that night 'till daylight |
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Then I heard her say |
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Well, me dot what me want |
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Well, me dot what me want |
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Oh, me dot what me want |
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Well, me dot what me want |
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Me dot what me want when me dot you |
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Let's go! |
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Oh! |
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Well, I asked her if she'd marry me |
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So I could hold her hand |
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Then she could be my lovin' Jill |
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I'd be her rockin' man |
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Now she won my heart, we'll never part |
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When my girl says to me |
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Well, me ba-da-ba-da-ba what me want |
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Well, me ba-da-ba-da-ba what me want |
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Oh, me ba-da-ba what me want |
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Me ba-da-ba-da-ba what me want |
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Me dot what me want, when me dot you |
