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Little lover sittin' in the corner |
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With a former member of the jets |
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He would write a letter to the editor |
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About the little holes in her dress |
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She said, "Oh, I'm so bored" |
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He said, "Oh, tell me more" |
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She popped him on the dick |
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Until he got a little bigger then she just blew up |
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She grabbed him by the liver |
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Put his hands on her hips said, "Push my luck" |
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He said, "Oh, I'm so scared" |
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She said, "Oh, I don't care" |
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Just then the Negroes were dancing |
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Just then backup singers backed up |
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Just then the beat was entrancin' |
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Just then the Negroes were dancing, hey |
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A former member lit a cigarette |
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Said, "I bet you never get too much" |
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Little lover hit him on the shoulder |
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Said, "You caught him that's the things I touch |
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He said, "Oh, I confess" |
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She said, "Oh, I'm not impressed" |
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They gathered up all the fingerprints |
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And put splints on all the broken bones |
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A former member lover to |
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Discover seven more overtones |
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He said, "Oh, my dear" |
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She said, "Oh, touch me here" |
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Just then the Negroes were dancing |
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Just then backup singers backed up |
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Just then the beat was entrancin' |
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Just then the Negroes were dancing |
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Just then backup singers backed up |
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Just then the beat was entrancin' |
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Just then the Negroes were dancing |
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Just then backup singers backed up |
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Just then the beat was entrancin' |
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Just then the Negroes were dancing |
