| In me you see a sinner
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| And dancing is my crime
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| It seems a sin I’ve gotta give in
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| To syncopated time
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| It makes me lose my dignity
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| It makes me lose my poise
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| And some folks call it music
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| But my folks call it noise
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| I like music, old or new
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| But music makes me do
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| The things I never should do
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| I like music, sweet or blue
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| But music makes me do
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| The things I never should do
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| My self-control
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| Was something to brag about
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| Now it’s a gag about town
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| The things I do are never forgiven
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| For just when I’m livin' 'em down
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| I hear music, then I’m through
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| For music makes me do
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| The things I never should do
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| I like music old or new
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| But music makes me
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| I like music sweet or blue
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| But music makes me
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| My self-control was something
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| But now it’s a gag about town
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| The things I do are never forgiven
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| But just when I’m livin' 'em down
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| I hear music then I’m through
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| For music makes me do
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| The things I never should do |