| I get a rush every time she walks by
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| I got the fever burnin' me up inside
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| The way she moves is something else
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| When she walks by even a blind man turns his head
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| You’d better believe it
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| The way she shakes and rattles her bones
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| She says «Don't touch»
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| But I just can’t leave her alone
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| I just can’t leave her alone
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| She’s smokin', she’s so hot
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| My animal instinct says I’ve got to take a cheap shot
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| I’d sell my mother, I’d cheat and lie
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| I’d do anything to get my hands on the merchandise
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| You’d better believe it
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| The way she shakes and rattles her bones
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| She says «Don't touch»
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| But I just can’t leave her alone
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| I’ve just gotta get my hands dirty
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| She’s got style, class, a little panache
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| She’s the kind of girl I can’t resist
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| She’s got the look and I bet she’s got the rhythm
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| Take any man to the limit
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| I just can’t leave her alone
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| I just can’t leave her alone
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| I said I just
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| I said I just
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| I said I just can’t
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| Leave her alone
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| From the FM album TAKIN' IT TO THE STREETS |