| I will unbutton my tight collar shirts,
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| Today is not a gift warm breeze.
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| Shoes will pass the whole midnight city,
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| I untied a little knot.
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| I’ll loosen a fashionable tie,
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| Street songs, jokes on the steering wheel.
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| I praise my city-city for the guys,
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| And for the girls, well, I really love it.
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| The girls' eyes on the guys are burning,
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| Sponges-sponges shine, cheeks want affection.
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| The boys' teeth are chattering at the girls,
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| The withers stand with a stake, the blood plays a hundredfold.
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| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
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| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
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| And beyond the barrels of the bakery,
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| And abroad there is something tastier than a pretzel.
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| And we are walking here! |
| Come on guys
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| Well, girls, to the bitter end!
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| I'll button up my tight collar shirts,
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| I tied the knot tighter
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| Shoes will pass the whole midnight city,
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| It's okay, mom! |
| Dad, okay!
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| The girls' eyes on the guys are burning,
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| Sponges-sponges shine, cheeks want affection.
|
| The boys' teeth are chattering at the girls,
|
| The withers stand with a stake, the blood plays a hundredfold.
|
| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
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| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
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| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
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| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
|
| The girls' eyes on the guys are burning,
|
| Sponges-sponges shine, cheeks want affection.
|
| The boys' teeth are chattering at the girls,
|
| The withers stand with a stake, the blood plays a hundredfold.
|
| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys.
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| Come on girls, come on guys. |
| Come on girls, come on guys. |