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Sha sha |
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Sha sha |
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Yay yay |
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Yay yay |
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Sha sha here comes my thrill |
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Oh the ya-sha please keep still |
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Don't talk too much & kill my chances with this guy |
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Sha sha now go & play |
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This is your sisters day |
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Don't give my age away & make him say goodbye |
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Oh ya-sha don't tell him I'm old |
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He thinks pop has lots of gold |
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Told him that momma's got a chauffeur & a car |
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Sha sha now you'll get hung |
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If you don't hold your tongue |
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Till wedding bells have rung |
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Ya-sha sha sha |
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My next door neighbors daughter |
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Is really in hot water |
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Because she has a brother whose a brat |
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When someone comes to court her |
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& gives the kid a quarter |
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He spills what he should keep under his hat |
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She cries & tries to put him wise to what it's all about |
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And every night the neighbors hear her shout, oh hear her shout |
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Sha Sha |
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Oh voice keep still |
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Sha sha |
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Here comes my thrill don't talk too much |
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Won't you please be still |
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Oh we will be still |
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Oh sha sha ya-sha |
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Won't you let me pull my bluff |
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Cause I told him that my mami had gold in her piani & her pot |
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Oh sha sha sha |
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Oh ya-sha please be kind |
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He's the last in line |
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What a glorious feeling |
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Oh ya-sha help make up his mind |
