| hang on, hang on now, hang on, hang your paper shoes
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| where do you think you’re going now,
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| that it’s raining, come on now, come on now, come you soggy old airplane wings
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| now that we’ve heard you sing, we think you should wither
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| but singing is about sexual confidence
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| so sing out your stuff if you feel good enough to let the moment just hit you,
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| if the music just beficks you
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| oh, to let your very choose just light out from in between your legs,
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| that intimate hideout
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| i, i dont mind, i dont mind to be naked
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| i still like to feel the wind on all my soft places
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| but you, you haven’t killed that yet, although you’ve been trying
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| its hard to get on with your poking and your crying but i have or at least i
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| think i have
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| and i should’ve been, i should’ve been, i should have been, i should have been
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| a girl
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| oh with the way i can dance, my moes are amazing
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| you may want to think that you want to try, you want to try, try try to fence
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| me in but i dont reccomend
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| i blow the roof right off this place
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| cause dancing is about sexual confidence
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| so shake up your stuff and if you feel good enough to let the moment just hit
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| you if the music bepicks (?) you
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| to let the fairy choose, just light out from inbetween your legs,
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| your intimate hideout
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| so dont you, get lazy on me sweet harley baby
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| now, dont you get lazy on me sweet harley baby
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| dont you get lazy on me sweet harley baby
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| fly, up the cannon for me sweet harley baby
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| and warm blue nights descend on you and me sweet harley baby
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| so dont you get lazy on me sweet harley baby
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| dont turn up on the ground
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| just doesnt to the peace while swimming cool
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| and let yourself renew
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| a merry thing to do the skies
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| i should’ve been, i should have been, i should’ve been, i should have been a
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| girl
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| oh with the way i |