| Just another Saturday
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| The boys are dressed up fine
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| Think I’ll wait 'till half past eight
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| To dress myself divine
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| Ten thirty, I’m in rags
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| A slutty look accompanies my questionable gaze
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| Through the strobe light and the haze
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| Take an interest in me Why must I beg for a drink?
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| Too verbose
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| You come too close, Sir
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| Please step back and think
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| That’s the trouble
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| Flesh attracts the leery look
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| Rarely does the dream boy come along
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| He don’t exist
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| A lover with the candour of a friend
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| I run away
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| They’re playing a decent song at last
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| I think I’ll have to dance with Cassie
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| 'Cause the dream boy never asked
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| Shuffle to the left
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| I kick the boy behind to make a little room
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| Boogie to the right
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| Cassie dances madly like a boxing kangaroo
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| Her little Joey buys the drinks
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| He’s in love more than he thinks
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| They know the dance too well
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| The bodies heavenly
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| Move around the autumn sky
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| With measured dignity
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| But my Venus and my Mars
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| Are set to flash
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| The lover will lay down his sword and swear
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| He don’t exist
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| A brother to me when the chips were down
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| I run away
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| They’re playing a decent song at last
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| I think I’ll have to dance with Cassie
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| 'Cause the dream boy never asked
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| Shuffle to the left
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| I kick the boy behind to make a little room
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| Boogie to the right
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| Cassie dances madly like a boxing kangaroo
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| Spinnin' on the spot
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| Hell do I care what I look like when I feel this good
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| I’ll keep on dancing
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| I’ll keep on dancing
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| I’ll keep on dancing
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| I’ll keep on dancing
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| I’ll keep on dancing |