| Tonight a little dancer came dancin' at my door
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| Tonight a little dancer was pumping at my floor
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| For what you want, baby, what you want so much
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| ? |
| has a touch too much
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| Because
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| In the midnight hour, she cries more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell more, more, more, wow!
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| In the midnight hour, she cries more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell she cries more, more, more
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| ? |
| reap what you sow
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| ? |
| blow hot and cold
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| ? |
| stranger
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| ? |
| further
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| In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell she cries more, more, more
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| In the midnight hour babe she cries more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell she cries more, more, more
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| He lives in his own heaven
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| Collects his goods?
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| Well, he’s out all night to collect a fare
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| Just as long, just as long it don’t mess up his hair
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| In the midnight hour, she cries more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell she cries more, more, more
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| In the midnight hour babe you cry more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell you cry more, more, more
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| More, more, more!
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| More, more, more!
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| Come one, little angel
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| She want more
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| More, more, more, more, more! |