| I see her coming down the catwalk
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| She all silk and high heel shoes
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| She dressed to kill anybody
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| Oh this darling she can’t lose
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| She’s a diamond in the night
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| She kick away your aching blues
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| But it ain’t what she’s wearing
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| It’s in the way that she moves
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| Oh, it ain’t what she’s wearing
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| It’s in the way that she moves
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| See that big red roasted tail
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| See him crying like a child
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| Oh he’s got to have this angel
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| Oh, she’s gonna drive him wild
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| See her see-thru silk kimono
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| Oh I swear she’s gonna blow some fuse
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| But it ain’t what she’s wearing
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| Oh no, it’s the way she moves
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| She got a face that spins your head around
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| She got a smile you can’t refuse
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| She got eyes that knock you over
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| Oh this darling she can’t lose
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| She’s got a see-thru silk kimono
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| Oh I swear she gonna blow some fuse
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| But it ain’t what she’s wearing, no
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| It’s in the way that she moves |