| …this is a dark dance
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| Well you play that tarantella
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| The hands they start to roar
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| Boys all go to hell
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| The cubans hit the floor
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| They drive along Parkline
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| They tango till they’re sore
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| Take apart their nightmeres and leave them by the door
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| Let me fall out of the window
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| With confetti in my hair
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| Just deal out jacks are better
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| From a blanket by the stairs
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| I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
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| So send me off to bed forever more
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| Sure they play my theme song
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| I guess daisies’ll have to do
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| Get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews
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| Turn the spit on that pig, kick the drum that let me down
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| Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town
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| Let me fall out of the window
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| With confetti in my hair
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| Just deal out jacks are better
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| From a blanket by the stairs
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| I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
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| So send me off to bed forever more
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| Sure, she’s dressed in Calico, the color of a dog
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| Wave that flag on Cadillac day, a skillet on the walk
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| Cut me a switch or hold your breath
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| Till the sun goes down
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| Write my name upon the hood, send me off to another town
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| Let me fall out of the window
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| With confetti in my hair
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| Just deal out jacks are better
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| From a blanket by the stairs
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| I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
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| So send me off to bed forever more
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| So send me off to bed forever more |