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[backing vocals Tina Turner & The Ikettes] |
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I couldn't say where she's coming' from, |
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But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm |
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She stroll on over, say look here, bum, |
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I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum |
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(Y'jes can't do it) |
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She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb |
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She could prove it any time all men was scum |
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I don't mind that she called me a bum, |
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But I knew right away she was really gonna cum |
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(So I got down to it) |
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I whipped off her bloomers 'n stiffened my thumb |
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An' applied rotation on her sugar plum |
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I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb |
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But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm, |
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Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Where's this Dinah-Moe |
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Comin' from |
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I done spent three hours |
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An' I ain't got a crumb |
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From the Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe, Dinah-Moe |
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From the Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Got a spot that gets me hot, ow! |
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An' you ain't been to it |
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(No no no no!) |
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Got a spot that gets me hot, ow! |
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An' you ain't been to it |
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(No no no!) |
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Got a spot that gets me hot |
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But you ain't been to it |
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(No no no no no!) |
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Got a spot that gets me hot |
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But you ain't been to it |
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'Cause I can't get into it |
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Unless I get out of it |
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An' I gotta get out of it |
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Before I get into it |
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'Cause I never get into it |
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Unless I get out of it |
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An' I gotta be out of it |
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To get myself into it |
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(She looked over at me with a glazed eye |
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And some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area |
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And she said . . . ) |
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Just get me wasted |
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An' you're half-way there |
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'Cause if my mind's tore up, |
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Then my body don't care |
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I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin |
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An' said my-my-my |
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What sort of thing |
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Might this lady get high upon? |
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I checked out her sister |
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Who was holdin' the bet |
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An' wondered what kind of trip |
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The young lady was on |
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The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more |
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When her sister got nekkid an' laid on the floor |
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She said Dinah-Moe might win the bet |
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But she could use a little |
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if I wasn't done yet |
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I told her . . . |
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Just because the sun |
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Want a place in the sky |
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No reason to assume |
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I wouldn't give her a try |
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So I pulled on her hair |
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Got her legs in the air |
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An' asked if she had any cooties on there |
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(Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!) |
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She was buns-up kneelin' |
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BUNS UP! |
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I was wheelin' an dealin' |
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WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN' OOOOH! |
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She surrender to the feelin' |
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SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED |
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An' she started in to squealin' |
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Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed |
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With her lips just a-twitchin' an' her face gone red |
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Some drool rollin' down |
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From the edge of her chin |
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While she spied the condition |
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Her sister was in |
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She quivered 'n quaked |
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An' clutched at herself |
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While her sister made a joke |
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About her mental health |
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'Till Dinah-Moe finally |
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Did give in |
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But I told her |
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All she really needed |
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Was some discipline . . . |
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Kiss my aura . . . Dora . . . |
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M-M-M . . . it's real angora |
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Would y'all like some more-a? |
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Right here on the flora? |
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An' how 'bout you, Fauna? |
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Y'wanna? |
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MMM . . . sound like you're chokin' on somethin' |
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Did you say you want some more? |
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Well, here's some more . . . |
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(Oh, baby . . . ) |
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Oh, sure . . . look, |
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D'you think I could interest you |
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In a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers? |
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MMM . . . tweezers! |
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Wait a minute, lemme sterilize 'em . . . |
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Gimme your lighter . . . |
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I couldn't say where she's coming' from |
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But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm |
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She stroll on over, say look here, bum, |
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I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum |
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(Y'jes can't do it) |
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I whipped off her bloomers 'n stiffened my thumb |
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An' applied rotation on her sugar plum |
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I poked 'n stroked till my wrist got numb |
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An' you know I heard some Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Some Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Dinah-Moe Humm |
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Dinah-Moe |
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Dinah-Moe |
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Some Dinah-Moe |
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An' a little Dinah-Moe |
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An' some Dinah-Moe |
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An' some Dinah-Moe |
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An' some Dinah-Moe |
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An' a little Dinah-Moe |
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An' some Dinah-Moe |
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An' some Dinah-Moe |
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An' some Dinah-Moe |
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An' a Dinah-Moe again |
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An' Dinah-Moe |
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An' Dora too, lil' Dinah 'n Dora |
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An' Dinah-Moe |
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Kiss my aura, Dinah |
