| Let me in, begin the sin, I took it on the chin, you’re chagrin
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| There’s no way you can win, the skin is thin
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| And you have nothing within, behind your grin
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| Starting to feel glad, too bad you’re sad
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| I guess that all we had has turned all mad
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| I talked to my God and he agrees
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| That all you need is to follow me
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| And that’s the way I like it
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| That’s the way I like
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| That’s the way I like
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| That’s how we dance
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| And if you don’t like it
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| If you don’t like it
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| And if you don’t like it
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| Get out of here
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| I’m in a maze of haze and days are passing
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| While I chase the bass and grace
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| You’re dressed up in a polonaise that plays
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| Tricks upon your face like a blaze
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| Laugh all you want I’m nonchalant
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| And you are all flaunt like old time fonts
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| But your hands are in the pocket of my pants
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| My pants are on the top of your plants
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| And that’s the way I like it
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| That’s the way I like
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| That’s the way I like
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| That’s how we dance
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| And if you don’t like it
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| If you don’t like it
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| And if you don’t like it
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| Get out of here |