| She can dance
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| When she walks down the street
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| Seems to float through the air
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| Like in a real good dream
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| Dark brown skin
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| This angel blues just under six
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| Feet tall now
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| And never sings the blues
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| Got to go, got to get away
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| Got to go, go, go, go, go
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| Before it’s too late
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| Walked into my life
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| Around quarter to three
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| She ain’t no angel you know
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| And it’s getting to me
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| With a dirty little smile
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| And these eyes of blue
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| I’m telling you honey
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| This ain’t no good for you
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| Got to go, got to get away
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| Got to go, go, go, go, go
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| Before it’s too late
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| Now it’s a quarter to six
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| And the sun begins to shine
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| You just woke yourself up
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| You start work at nine
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| You told yourself before a million times
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| This ain’t no good for you
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| Got to go, got to get away
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| Got to go, go, go, go, go
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| Before it’s too late
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| She said, walk this way, etc |