| Knock, knock.
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| Who’s there?
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| Call the ghost in your underwear.
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| Call the ghost in your underwear who?
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| Call the ghost in your underwear «boo».
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| It’s fine, all right, you can stay the night,
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| But please be gone by next morning’s light.
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| Oh, please don’t pout.
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| Don’t cause a scene.
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| Oh, babygirl, don’t be mad at me.
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| Oh, boo, what can I do?
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| It’s not me, yeah, it’s you.
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| You’ve been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
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| It ain’t no use, cos we’re still gonna crash,
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| Cos you’re still keeping after me.
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| It’s flattering, but really!
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| Abracadabra!
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| Every summer you disappear.
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| Cause it’s so sticky in the Dirty South.
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| It’s hot as balls.
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| Hey now, watch your mouth!
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| I must repeat: I think you’re sweet.
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| But ain’t no way that I’m gonna meet
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| Your mother, your father,
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| Your dog or your brother,
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| Your nephew and niece, girl,
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| I just can’t be bothered.
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| Hit the heartbrakes.
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| Hit the heartbrakes.
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| Hit the heartbrakes.
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| Hit the heartbrakes, baby,
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| You’re driving crazy. |