She has nothing else to do
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So more smoke to the lungs
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Burning her nights seems to be bad for her.
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Changed a thousand companies
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Like socks in drawers
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Again all ten strokes every night.
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look me now
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Thrown somewhere else, it suits me already to stay to hear you.
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Hi.. that's the situation
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I wanted a back belly, but you more.
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How do you like to talk with your eyes?
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So tell us what we'll be, tell us what we'll be.
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How you and I dance outside with a toothy smile
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And what an atmosphere, what an atmosphere.
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She has a sweet tooth
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after a turn from the green
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She starts dancing suddenly she's good at it.
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Because she's good, I'm good, better...
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And is there good air in the yard and everything? |
There is no rush because she is fine.
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look me now
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Thrown somewhere else, it suits me already to stay to hear you.
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Hi.. that's the situation
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I wanted a back belly, but you more.
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How do you like to talk with your eyes?
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So tell us what we'll be, tell us what we'll be.
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How you and I dance outside with a toothy smile
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And what an atmosphere, what an atmosphere. |