| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| The heat’s raiding, the tracks is fading
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| Joints rocking could be anytime at all
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| But the bitch keeps bitching
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| Snitcher keeps snitching
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| Dropping names and telephone numbers and all
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| The scars healing
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| But the dealers squealing
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| The pool’s in but the patio ain’t dry
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| Well the sense is sensing
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| That the juice keeps pumping and I know why
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| My tits and ass with soul baby
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| You got to shock them, show them
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| Shock, shock, shock, oh my, my, my
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| Well the sense is sensing
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| That the juice keeps pumping and I know why
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| The bitch keeps bitching
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| Snitcher keeps snitching
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| Dropping names and telephone numbers and all
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| My tits and ass with soul baby
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| You got to shock them, show them
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| She got a feeling to know, baby
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| She’s my little rock 'n' roll
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| Ah, the little bitch got soul |