| It’s eleven, finally
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| She’s been working like a maniac since three
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| Takes bus seven, going west
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| She pass the drycleaning, picks up her favourite dress
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| Oh-woo-ho
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| She’s gonna rock it tonight
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| Get ready
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| Nothing can stop it tonight
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| Mocha brunette, slim and tall
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| But during daytime noone sees her at all
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| On friday nights, you can be sure
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| When she moves everybody’s looking at her
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| Oh-woo-ho
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| She’s gonna rock it tonight
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| Get ready
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| Nothing can stop it tonight
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| They look at her like if she’s crazy
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| But the way she moves it just amaze me She knows excactly, where to run
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| Can take it further every time she’s having fun
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| Like a tornado, hurricane
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| She’s such a good time can i see her again
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| Oh-woo-ho
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| She’s gonna rock it tonight
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| Get ready
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| Nothing can stop it tonight |