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Elvira, Elvira |
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My heart's on fire for Elvira. |
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We look like dough, lips like sherry wine |
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She can sure enough make my little light shine |
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I get a funny feelin' up and down my spine |
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'Cause I know that my Elvira's mine. |
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Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow |
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Giddy up, oom poppa, omm poppa, mow mow |
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Heigh-ho silver, away. |
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Elvira, Elvira |
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My hear's on fire for Elvira |
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Tonight I'm gonna meet her to hungry house cafe |
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And I'm gonna give her all the love I can |
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She's gonna jump and holler |
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'Cause I saved up two dollars |
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She's gonna search and find that preacher man. |
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Elvira, Elvira |
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My hear's on fire for Elvira |
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Elvira, Elvira |
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Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. |
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Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. |
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Elvira, na, na, na, na, na, na, na... |
