| Momma’s daughter’s headin' to town
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| To swing her booty around
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| Shake it all up and down
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| (It's time to lighten it up)
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| Momma’s daughter’s headin' to town
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| Booty boop to the sound
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| No more nose to the ground
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| (It's time to lighten it up)
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| It’s time to lighten it up
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty
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| Time to knock the train off the rails
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| Feel the breeze up the sail
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| She done her hair and her nail
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| (It's time to lighten it up)
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| Time to knock the train off the rail
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| No more sweatin' to jail
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| No more buckets and bail
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| (It's time to lighten it up)
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| One more sunset
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| Always never
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| These words no longer
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| Have a hunger
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| It’s time to lighten it up
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty
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| One more sunset
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| Always never
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| These words no longer
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| Have a hunger
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| She’s got the stealth and prowess of the panther, Rickson Gracie
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| Watch her glide across a crowded floor like Fred N. Grace
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| It’s time to lighten it up
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty
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| Time to get out of your head
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| And get back in your booty |