| Shake the waist, you got to love that taste
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| Smell the rain, what a shame to let her get away
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| Tie me down to the race-car tracks
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| Smack dab in the middle of lover’s lane
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| Zip the lipstick on like BBQ sauce
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| Painted lady, got to slip into something that’s comfortable
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| Hey, you can look but you better not touch
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| Shut down the motors, pull back in the clutch
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| That strut is merciless
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| There’s only one word to define it
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| Merciless
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| I can’t deny
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| That strut is merciless
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| Worth the weight in double trouble
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| Merciless
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| Strut your stuff
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| What’s your pick-up line, I bet you tell her she’s fine
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| If that don’t work, don’t you pack your suitcase up tonight
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| Don’t give up, here comes a big surprise
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| More than enough to keep me satisfied
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| Crack the whip, baby, twist your hips
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| I do as I see fit, love to lick your lips a little bit
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| You can run, but you better not hide
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| There goes the dream into the lights
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| Merciless
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| There’s only one word to define it
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| Merciless
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| I can’t deny
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| That strut is merciless
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| Worth the weight in double trouble
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| Merciless
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| Strut your, strut your little stuff
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| The last thing I remember
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| After that hard slap in the face
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| I was lying there thinkin'
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| As she turned and walked away, oh no
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| Merciless
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| There’s only one word to define it
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| Merciless
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| I can’t deny
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| That strut is merciless
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| Worth the weight in double trouble
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| Merciless
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| That strut is merciless
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| There’s only one word to define it
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| Merciless
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| I can’t deny
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| That strut is merciless
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| Worth the weight in double trouble
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| Merciless
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| Strut your stuff
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| Mercy |