| You came walking by where I was sitting pretty
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| Said, «Hey, babe, do you want to dance with me?»
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| And I noticed that you acted kind of funky
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| As if somehow you were trying to be
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| Supercool, no one’s fool, just a rolling stone
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| Acting out your party piece
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| In Valentino tones
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| Smoking untipped cigarettes
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| And calling me a doll
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| Sometimes I really wonder
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| If you’re happening at all
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| Oh, supercool, I gotta lose you
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| And your hip asides
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| All this fair out, yeah, yeah, right on, baby
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| Teenage talking jive
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| Supercool, go back to school
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| Let’s keep the whole thing clean
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| As you would say in your sweet way
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| You’re really not my scene
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| You cocked your brand-new felt hat to one side
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| Like Bogart used to do on the screen
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| You’ve got to realize that I’m a big girl
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| Older enough to know you’re early in your teens |