| Well I was sittin' in a smokey room, band playin' rock and roll
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| Everybody burnin', yearnin' for some alcohol
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| I got up to buy the wine, when I saw Shirley Jean
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| Powdering her nose, posin' like a movie queen
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| Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen
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| Shirley Jean, she’s a lovin' machine
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| I tried to give her a sign, but she was too high to see
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| Sittin' and starin', carin' not a thing for me
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| Woo!
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| Sweet little Shirley Jean, sure lookin' good to me
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| Jet black stockings, rockin' to the bebop beat
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| Tell by the way she was actin', musta' had a whole lot to hide
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| She’s got a whole lotta lovin', all bottled up inside
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| Woo!
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| I ain’t goin to say a word, can’t find a word to say
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| You ain’t gonna get me, let me tell you right away
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| I gave up and wandered out, when I saw the reason why
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| Hugging little Shirley, a curly headed honey pie
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| Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen
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| Shirley Jean, sweet little lovin' machine, well
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| Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen
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| Shirley Jean, she’s a lovin' machine
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| Well, Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen
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| Shirley Jean, she’s a lovin' machine
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| Yeah, well, Shirley Jean!
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| Let me grease your machine!
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| Let me check your oil
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| Woo!
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| Sure looks good to me! |