| From here to Salvador, the ladies dance
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| To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart
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| I’ve been around this town for so long
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| She’s been dancing since the first day
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| I’ve been all around but I love coming back to see Lucy
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| She swings me over to pull me out
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| Twirls around and I fall about in giggles and laughter
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| Oh, I’m plastered and can’t deal help it, I’m sorry, love
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| (A heart of gold)
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| But it’s the— what’s to falling, feeling feet?
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| (And a face so pale)
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| And they’re broke, bouncing around these streets
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| (With a second-hand dress)
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| They’re lonely like you, and you for me
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| (And the lips of a temptress)
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| To ask for a dance or two (Ask her)
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| A heart of gold and a face so pale
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| With a second-hand dress and the lips of a temptress (Ask her)
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| With a bar stool banshee, howled out at me
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| The kings and queens of the clubs evolved from pubs
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| And too much broken heart love
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| And singing up the blues in a locked box bedroom
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| A wop-bopalu-bop to wop-bam-boo
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| Are you gonna take the chance?
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| Why do you care? |
| No one plays fair
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| And neither do the lords of the dance
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| From here to Salvador, the ladies dance
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| To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart
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| Well, it’s a bang-bang, Anglo Saxons at the disco
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| A-tishoo! |
| All fall down
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| Hound dogs rowl on the prowl for the next young girl
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| Who told her daddy
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| «I'm going 'round Gemma’s to learn and study»
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| I’m young, so free and I’m kinda sexy
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| And when I’m on the floor, all the boys that feel me
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| And old dear diary’s never been a friend of mine
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| From here to Salvador, the ladies dance
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| To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart
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| Look, sorry, I’m working here
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| And you’re ruining it
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| Yeah, work, like
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| Do you want to have an argument over a record?
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| Do you know what I mean? |