| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too
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| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too
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| Staying out late, gonna get drunk
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| Take me to the Ratcliff’s Hollow and sippy up a drink
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| Swing ya hips like a cowgirl
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| Oh, put them shooters up
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| Got them stars on your heels
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| Ain’t nothing else could matter for now, girl
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| Hmm, rosy on the cheek, you’re making me blush
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| She whispers, «Follow me home,» as she leans across
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| But shake a little salt and pepper and we’ll float back to yours
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| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too
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| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too
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| Everybody is calling at the cab coming down the hill
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| Light me up a little twist and let’s get real
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| Jump in the back, get a little naughty, baby
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| Feel a little tipsy, feel a little tipsy
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| Fumble for your keys, trying to get the bottle, baby
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| This is where you dance and be all cheeky
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| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too
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| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too
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| Hey! |
| You! |
| What ya doin' over there?
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| I can see what’s on your mind is on my mind too |