| Well I was down at the Zig Zag
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| That’s the Zig Zag Bar & Grill
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| And everybody was talking at once
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| And it was getting really shrill
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| And I’ve been around the block
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| But I don’t care I’m on a roll — I’m on a wild ride
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| 'Cause the moon is full and look out baby —
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| I’m at high tide
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| I’ve got a beautiful red dress
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| And you’d look really good standing beside it.
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| I’ve got some beautiful new red shoes
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| And they look so fine
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| I’ve got a hundred and five fever
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| And it’s high tide
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| Well just the other day I won the lottery
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| I mean lots of money
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| I got so excited I ran into my place and i said:
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| HEY! |
| Is anybody home?
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| Nobody answered but I guess that’s not too weird
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| Since I live alone
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| I’ve got a beautiful red dress
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| And you’d look really good standing beside it. |
| Girls?
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| We can take it And if we can’t we’re gonna fake it
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| We’re gonna save ourselves, save ourselves
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| We’re gonna make it
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| And if we don’t we’re gonna take it
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| We’re gonna save ourselves, save ourselves
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| Well they say women shouldn’t be the president
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| 'Cause we go crazy from time to time
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| Well push my button baby here I come
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| Yeah look out baby I’m at high tide
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| I’ve got a beautiful red dress
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| And you’d look really good standing beside it.
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| I’ve got a little jug of red sangria wine
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| And we could take little sips from time to time
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| I’ve got some bright red drop dead lips
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| I’ve got a little red card and mechanical hips
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| I’ve got a hundred and five fever!!!
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| OK! |
| OK! |
| Hold it!
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| I just want to say something
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| You know, for every dollar a man makes
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| A woman makes 63 cents
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| Now, fifty years ago that was 62 cents
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| So, with that kind of luck
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| It’ll be the year 3,888
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| Before we make a buck
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| But hey, girls? |
| We can take it
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| And if we can’t we’re gonna fake it
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| We’re gonna save ourselves, save ourselves
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| (Yeah tell it to the judge)
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| We’re gonna make it
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| And if we don’t we’re gonna take it
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| We’re gonna save ourselves, save ourselves
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| We’ve got a fever of a hundred and five
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| And look baby It’s high tide
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| Well I could just go on and on and on…
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| But tonight I’ve got a headache |