| You know sometimes, I get the feeling she’s whistling my name
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| Waiting patiently for me to come upstairs
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| And rough me up with your sharecropper fists
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| Stare me down with your devil dog eyes 'til the sun comes up
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| Take me to the old dance halls
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| I’ll stay all night, I’ll love it all
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| I’ll stand right there 'til the sun comes up
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| And all the colours roll down our skin
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| She got her wires humming all around me
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| And a little band of gold everywhere I go
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| She makes me hold up the sky one cloud at a time
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| And keep that burning ball in place at the end of my finger
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| I’m a stranger here in my hometown
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| Can’t roll away her heart of stone
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| Oh, her heart of stone goes on and on
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| And all the colours roll down our skin
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| Will you take me to the old dance halls?
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| I’ll stay all night, I’ll love it all
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| I’ll stand right there 'til the sun comes up
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| And all the colours roll down
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| Colours roll down our skin
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| Yeah, yeah |