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No, you couldn't call Jesse a babe in the woods |
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He's just weak in self defense 'cause he's so thin skinned |
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He can't take a joke at his expense |
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"You're a push button window," says Rowdy Yates |
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"I can run you up and down |
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Anytime I want |
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I can make you my dancin' |
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My dancin' clown!" |
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You're my dancin' clown |
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Dancin', dancin' |
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My dancin' clown |
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Dancin' |
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You're my dancin' clown |
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Dancin', dancin', dancin' |
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My dancin' clown |
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Rowdy Yates is as bold as Jove |
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He's all chide and snide and bluff |
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Stuck in the romantic tradition |
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Of acting, rough and tough |
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"You're always charging thru," says Jesse |
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Nervous, lookin' all around |
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To see who's seein' him bein' a dancin' |
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A dancin' clown |
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He's a dancin' clown |
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Dancin' dancin' |
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A dancin' clown |
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Dancin' |
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He's a dancin' clown |
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Dancin', dancin', dancin' |
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A dancin' clown |
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Cherchez la femme |
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Whenever love comes around |
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Someone's a dancin' clown |
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Cherchez la femme |
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Whenever hearts start to pound |
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Someone's a dancin' clown |
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Down the street comes last word Suzie |
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She's high yellow, lookin' top nice |
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You hear the swoosh of jungle blades |
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And the crackle of northern ice |
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"Hot damn!" says Rowdy, lookin' up |
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"Yum!" says Jesse, lookin' down |
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"How would you like to be her dancin' |
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Her dancin' clown?" |
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Be her dancin' clown |
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Dancin' dancin' |
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Her dancin' clown |
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Dancin' |
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Be her dancin' clown |
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Dancin', dancin', dancin' |
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Her dancin' clown |
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Cherchez la femme |
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Whenever love comes to town |
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Someone's a dancin' clown |
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Cherchez la femme |
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Wherever hearts start to pound |
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Someone's a dancin' clown |
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Cherchez la femme |
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Whenever love comes to town |
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Someone's a dancin' clown |
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Cherchez la femme |
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Wherever hearts start to pound |
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Someone's a dancin' clown |
