| She’s driving away
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| With the dim lights on
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| And she’s making a play
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| She can’t go wrong
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| She never waits too long
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| She’s winding them down
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| On her clock machine
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| And she won’t give up
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| 'Cause she’s seventeen
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| She’s a frozen fire
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| She’s my one desire
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| And I don’t want to hold her down
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| Don’t want to break her crown
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| When she says
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| Let’s go
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| (I like the nightlife baby)
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| She says
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| (I like the nightlife baby)
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| She says
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| (Let's go)
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| She’s laughing inside
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| 'Cause they can’t refuse
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| She’s so beautiful now
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| She doesn’t wear her shoes
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| She never likes to choose
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| She’s got wonderful eyes
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| And a risqué mouth
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| And when I asked her before
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| She said she’s holding out
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| She’s a frozen fire
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| She’s my one desire
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| And I don’t want to hold her down
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| Don’t want to break her crown
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| When she says
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| Let’s go
|
| (I like the nightlife baby)
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| She says
|
| (I like the nightlife baby)
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| She says
|
| (Let's go)
|
| (I like the nightlife baby)
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| She says
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| (I like the nightlife baby)
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| She says
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| (Let's go) |