| She came to me with that look on her face
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| There’s freedom, she says, in changing your ways
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| I don’t believe in staying the same
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| Guess I don’t relate to the things that I say — when there’s
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| No one there to correct me to put me in place
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| And there’s gonna be a dance in the backyard
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| Come with me, don’t be sad
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| When there’s a party going on
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| Come with me, I’ll take you
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| Dancing in the backyard
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| She’s the kind of girl that’ll mess up your head
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| There’s freedom, she says in being misled
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| I don’t believe in being myself
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| Guess I just don’t approve of the choices I make — when there’s
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| No one there to correct me to put me in place
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| And there’s gonna be a dance in the backyard
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| Come with me, don’t be sad
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| When there’s a party going on
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| Come with me, I’ll take you
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| Dancing in the backyard |