| Baby what you gonna do?
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| When she steps in in front of you?
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| I’m on call and if I talk I gotta stand up tall and I’m just counting all the
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| days 'til everything all falls apart.
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| I need something new, yeah, gotta get through to you.
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| Yes, I know what I gotta do.
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| (Yes I know what I gotta do!)
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| Cut, you, loose.
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| I gotta cut you loose
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| Window, shave away the wind blow smoking from the window flocking like
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| flamin-gos from LA to San Francisco.
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| Shave away the wind blows smoking out the window, flocking like flamingos.
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| (Woo!)
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| I know that she ain’t got no clue
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| Soon I’ll be leaving her for you
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| She’s off the walls (walls!)
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| You’ve never seen the stall
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| You pray the fool so I get used to chicks you threw in solve.
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| I need something new, yeah, gotta get through to you.
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| Yes, I know what I gotta do.
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| (Yes I know what I gotta do!)
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| Cut, you, loose.
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| (Woo hoo hoo hooooo…)
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| Wind blows, shave away the window, smoking out the windows flocking like
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| flamingos from LA to San Francisco, shave away the window, smoking out the |
| windows.
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| We’ll go, shave away the wind blows, smoking out the windows, flocking like
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| flamingos.
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| We’ll go shave away the wind blows, smoooking out the windows, flocking like
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| flamingos, woooaaaoo. |