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She's always dancin' down the street |
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She's got the suede blue eyes |
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Every new boy that she meets |
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He don't know the real surprise |
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Here she comes again |
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When she's dancin' 'neath the starry skies |
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Here she comes again |
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When she's dancin' 'neath the starry skies |
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I kinda like the way, like the way she dips |
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'Cause she's my best friend's girl |
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She's my best friend's girl |
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She used to be mine |
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You got your nuclear boot |
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You got your drip dry glove |
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Yeah, when you bite your lip |
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It's some reaction to love |
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Here she comes again |
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When she's dancin' 'neath the starry skies |
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Here she comes again |
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When she's dancin' 'neath the starry skies |
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I kinda like the way, like the way she dips |
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She's my best friend's girl |
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She's my best friend's girl |
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She used to be mine |
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Yeah, she's always dancin' down the street |
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She's got the suede blue eyes |
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And every new boy that she meets |
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He don't know the real surprise |
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Here she comes again |
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When she's dancin' 'neath the starry skies |
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Here she comes again |
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When she's dancin' 'neath the starry skies |
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I kinda like the way, like the way she dips |
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She's my best friend's girl |
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She's my best friend's girl |
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She used to be mine |
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Aw, she's so fine |
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My best friend's girl friend |
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My best friend's girl friend |
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My best friend's girl friend |
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My best friend's girl friend |
