| Ah come on Yeah
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| Your lips
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| Your hips
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| When you touch em to mine each and every time
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| I’m hypnotized, I’ll admit it Your moves
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| Your grooves
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| It’s some heavy stuff, I can’t get enough
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| Girl your love’s a drug, I can’t quit it
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| I’m a broke record, a broke record.
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| You’ve got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat
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| From the needle through my ahead, hit repeat
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| I’m a broke record, a broke record.
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| You’re a song I gotta sing along with the men
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| When it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again
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| My friends, are wearing thin
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| They’re tired of hearing your name
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| It ain’t a healthy thing, this obsession that I’m living
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| So baby please
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| I ain’t never had nothing stuck in my head
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| I guess a melody I keep on hearing
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| I’m a broke record, a broke record.
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| You’ve got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat
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| From the needle through my ahead, hit repeat
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| I’m a broke record, a broke record.
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| You’re a song I gotta sing along with the men
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| When it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again
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| Like a yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo babe is what I feel like
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| Up and down, driving me crazy
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| Keep yank-yank-yanking my string-string baby baby
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| Don’t stop, don’t stop
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| I’m a broke record, a broke record.
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| You’ve got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat
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| From the needle through my ahead, hit repeat
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| I’m a broke record, a broke record.
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| You’re a song I gotta sing along with the men
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| When it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again
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| Again, again and again and again
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| And again and again and again and again
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| And again, and again |