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Down on the corner, by the traffic light |
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Everybody's lookin', as she goes by |
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They turn their heads and they |
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Watch her till she's gone |
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Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on |
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Up by the bus stop, and across the street |
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Open up their windows, to take a peek |
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As she goes walking |
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Rockin' like a rollin' stone |
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Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on |
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Well, she can't help it if she's made that way |
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She's not to blame if they look her way |
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Well, she ain't really tryin' to cause a scene |
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It just comes naturally, now, the girl can't help it |
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Well, up on main street, by the taxi stand |
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There's a crowd of people and a traffic jam |
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Well, she don't look back |
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She ain't doin' nothing' wrong |
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Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on |
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Well, she can't help it if she's made that way |
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She's not to blame if they look her way, yeah |
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Well, she ain't really tryin' to cause a scene |
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It just comes naturally, now, the girl can't help it |
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Down on the corner, by the traffic light |
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Everybody's lookin', as she goes by |
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They turn their heads and they |
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Watch her till she's gone |
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Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on |
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Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on |
