| Human dreidel spinning around
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| How do you not dizzy out and fall down
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| Is that what happens when you feel the sound
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| But if that was me I would be on the ground
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| I would not get up
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| I would dance on my back
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| Throw my legs up in the air like I don’t care
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| And wave them from side to side
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| Then I’d bust into a windmill
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| Then right into a back spin
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| Never seem to get enough
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| Priceless expression when space is possession
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| Like yeah, that’s the stuff
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| Electronic stereophonic
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| Coming from the left and the right
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| It’s good in the day
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| I like it that way
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| But it’s perfectly normal at night
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| Rave girl with a lollipop binky
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| And a face full of metal
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| Her eyes as wide as a truck
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| And somebody just floored the pedal
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| Her mental clearance is high
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| But the overpass is low
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| She ducks her head
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| And holds on tight
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| When she gets through she lets go
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| 'cause she’s a tweeker
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| Yellow shirt bouncers gather in the corner
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| Feels like the room just got a little warmer
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| Pointing at you what up with that
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| But don’t worry, yo, I got your back
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| But one of them dudes is as big as the both of us |
| Big 'ole arms, big as a schoolbus
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| Looks like he could snap us in two
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| I ain’t got no gun, so I think we should run
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| I don’t know about you
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| Spinning around
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| How do you not dizzy out and fall down
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| Ahhh, that’s what happens when you feel the sound
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| But if that was me I would be on the ground
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| I would not get up
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| I would dance on my back
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| Throw my legs up in the air like I don’t care
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| And wave them from side to side
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| Then I’d bust into a windmill
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| And right into a back spin |