| Let me tell you bout my real gone chick
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| She’s got a different style
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| And when she tries to talk to me
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| I always smile
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| She’s a tongue tied Jill, my rockin' thrill
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| But I like to hear her say
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| Well, me dot what me want
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| Well, me dot what me want
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| Oh, me dot what me want
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| Well me dot what me want
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| Me dot what me want when me dot you
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| Let’s go!
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| Well, I took her to a place I knew
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| Where the lights were low
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| And when they played a boogie beat
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| That cat could really go
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| We danced that night 'till daylight
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| Then I heard her say
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| Well, me dot what me want
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| Well, me dot what me want
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| Oh, me dot what me want
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| Well, me dot what me want
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| Me dot what me want when me dot you
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| Let’s go!
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| Oh!
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| Well, I asked her if she’d marry me
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| So I could hold her hand
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| Then she could be my lovin' Jill
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| I’d be her rockin' man
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| Now she won my heart, we’ll never part
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| When my girl says to me
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| Well, me ba-da-ba-da-ba what me want
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| Well, me ba-da-ba-da-ba what me want
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| Oh, me ba-da-ba what me want
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| Me ba-da-ba-da-ba what me want
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| Me dot what me want, when me dot you |