| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| Just like a fossil
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| Frozen in time I could not move
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| My heart, my soul, my feet
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| Then you unearthed me
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| And put me in a hot pulsating groove
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| Now I’m a slave to the beat
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| Making my hips want to swing
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| You bring out the Elvis in me
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| Making me burst out and sing
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| When I’m with you
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| I never have to feel like a sardine
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| In a little metal can
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| I’m more like a wild shark
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| That travels in a pink limosuine, yeah
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| Yeah, together with my fans
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| Making my hips want to swing
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| You bring out the Elvis in me
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| Making me burst out and sing, oh yeah
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| People think I’m a silly fool
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| Because I think you are so nice and cool
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| And some people say
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| You’re so square
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| But I don’t care
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me
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| Making my hips want to swing
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| You bring out the Elvis in me
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| Making me burst out and sing
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| You’re bringing out the Elvis in me |