| Monday mornin' - it’s time to get up
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| Two cups of coffee and she runs for the bus
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| Looks in the window and fixes her hair
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| Nobody notices and nobody cares
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| She admits it ain’t no kinda life
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| Workin' 9 to 5 you know…
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| She’s only happy when she’s dancin'
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| There ain’t no place she’d rather be
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| When she’s dancin'
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| Just her heart and her soul and her fantasies
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| When Friday evenin' finally rolls around
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| She grabs a taxi and she heads uptown
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| Goes to a place they call «The Ball And Chain»
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| Nothin' matters until Monday so she goes insane
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| Well it’s a bitch tryin' to make ends meet
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| But that’s the way the story goes
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| She’s only happy when she’s dancin'
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| There ain’t nothin' makes her feel so free
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| When she’s dancin'
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| The girl’s outrageous and it’s plain to see
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| Solo
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| She ain’t got much but she got independence
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| Ya — she’s doin' alright
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| His eyes are on her as the evenin’s endin'
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| But she ain’t goin' for no mystery
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| Because nobody rides for free
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| She’s only happy when she’s dancin'
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| Dancin' - there ain’t no place she’d rather be
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| When she’s dancin'
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| Just her heart and her soul and her fantasies — dancin' |