| Awake up in the morning
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| With my head full of rocks
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| She says, «I want to do things»
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| I’m gonna wake up in a box
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| She said, «Oh, baby!
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| You know this won’t do
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| Because I like to have your love
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| You gotta feel it too.»
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| She was straight talking, street walking
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| Rock and roll singer too
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| And she’s the big time
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| I don’t know what I’m gonna do
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| She brings me sugar in to my coffee
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| She knows I like it sweet
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| She brings me ice in to my whiskey
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| Well, she’s turning up the heat
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| She comes up from behind me
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| She’s purring like an alley cat
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| She’s in the rhythm
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| I gotta hold on to my man
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| She was straight talking, street walking
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| Rock and roll singer too
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| She’s the big time
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| I don’t know what I’m gonna do
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| She was straight talking, street walking
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| Rock and roll singer too (Yeah, yeah)
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| She’s the big time
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| I don’t know what I’m gonna do
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| Said, oh, baby! |
| Oh, baby
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| You got a way about you
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| Oh, I know you got a way
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| And when you look at me this way
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| You know there’s nothing I can do
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| (Nothing I can do)
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| I’ve been sitting here moaning
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| I have a drink or two
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| Yeah, across a smoky room
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| I’ve been watching you
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| She was straight talking, street walking
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| Rock and roll singer too (Oh)
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| She’s the big time
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| I don’t know what I’m gonna do |