| There’s a sweet little girl that lives down the street
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| Some people think she’s square but I think she’s sweet
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| You can see her every day, strollin' up and down the way
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| Lookin' so pretty and this is what I say
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| She’s got it
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| Ooh baby, she’s got it
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| Oh baby, she’s got it
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| I can’t do without her
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| Big blue eyes, long black hair
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| Dimpled cheeks and she’s no square
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| Ruby lips, shapely hips
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| When she walks down the street all the cats flip
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| She loves to sing, hot rod queen
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| She’s real gone in everything
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| She loves to sing, hot rod queen
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| She’s real gone in everything
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| When the music’s hot, she loves to bop
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| She’ll dance till the jukebox pop
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| She’s got it
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| Oh baby, she’s got it
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| Oh baby, she’s got it
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| I can’t do without her
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| Yeah, she’s got it
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| Oh-oh, she’s got it
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| Oh, she’s got it
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| Yeah-yeah, she’s got it
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, hey
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| Ah |