| Get up out of that bed and wash your face and hands
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| Get on in that kitchen, make some noise with them pots and pans
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| A-get to cookin' my breakfast 'cause you know I’m a working man
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| You ain’t been wearin' no bra, you just lettin' 'em boogie joogie bow
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| You keep on wearin' short dresses with the hem halfway your thigh
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| And I could see your little bikini bathing suit when the wind is high
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| Well, come on and now shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| I said shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| I said shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| Come on, shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| You won’t do nothing right if even meant to save your doggone soul
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| Child, I’m like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
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| I’ve been watching you sneaking out, creeping in that back door
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| I can tell the way you’re acting I believe you been around this whore
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| I believe you’re doing me wrong and now I know
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| The bigger money I make, the more you wanna spend my dough
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| You better get yourself together or I ain’t gonna love you no more
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| Come on baby now shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| I said shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| I said shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| Come on, shake it, rattle it, and roll it
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| You won’t do nothing right if even meant to save your doggone soul |