| Don’t you feel my leg, don’t you feel my leg
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| 'Cause when you feel my leg
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| Your going to feel my thigh
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| And if you feel my thigh
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| Your going to tell a lie
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| So don’t you feel my leg
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| Don’t you drink that wine, don’t you drink that wine
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| 'Cause when you drink that wine
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| You’ll try and change my mind
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| And if you change my mind
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| You’ll feel my fine behind
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| So don’t you feel my leg
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| You said you’d take me out
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| Like a gentleman treat me fine
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| Though I know that’s just something
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| At the back of your mind
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| If you keep drinking, oh
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| Your going to get fresh
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| And you’ll wind up
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| Begging for this fine, fine flesh
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| Don’t you feel my leg, don’t you feel my leg
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| 'Cause when you feel my leg
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| Your gonna feel my thigh
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| And if you feel my thigh
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| You gonna go up high
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| So don’t you feel my leg |