| Her looks can make you dance the jig
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| Her touch is so soft, her heart is so warm
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| What knocks me out is your hidden charms
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| Her voice is so soft, her love is so true
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| I think about her, that’s all I do
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| She’s weak and wanton in my arms
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| What moves me, darling, is your hidden charms
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| When I hold you in my arms
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| Brings out all of your hidden charms
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| Her kiss is so pure as the morning dew
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| A real gone love is exciting too
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| Her eyes that talk, they say come on
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| What kills me, baby, is your hidden charms
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| When I hold you in my arms
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| Brings out all of your hidden charms
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| Her looks can make you dance the jig
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| Her touch is so soft, her heart is so warm |