| Well now baby’s gone out of control
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| Body and soul
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| She got to cut loose living only for the sound
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| Of the baddest sounds around
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| And baby’s spent all of her dough
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| On countin' on clothes
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| Every look every fashion that comes on strong
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| Baby just wants to belong
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| She can’t dance
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| She can’t sing
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| But she’s got to be part of that pop music thing
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| Well now baby’s only trying to lose
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| All of her blues
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| Down in her heart 'cause she’s only seventeen
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| And she means to cause a scene
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| She can’t dance, she can’t sing
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| She can’t dance, she can’t sing
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| But she’s got to part of that bang bang head bang music
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| She moves to the radio
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| Every night and day I can hear her say
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| «Let's go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go»
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| Well let’s go now!
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| She can’t dance, she can’t sing
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| She can’t dance, she can’t sing
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| But she’s got to part of that bang bang head bang music
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| She moves to the radio
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| Every night and day I can hear her say
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| «Let's go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go»
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| Well now baby’s gone out of control
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| Body and soul
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| She got to cut loose living only for the sound
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| Of the baddest sounds around
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| She can’t dance
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| She can’t sing
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| But she’s got to be part of that pop music thing
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| Right here in New York!
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| She can’t dance (she can’t dance)
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| She can’t sing (she can’t sing)
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| (Rock bop, rhythm and blues) |