| She turns on her radio, listens to the late night show
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| My teeny-bopper, show stopper really loves that rock and roll
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| Well I knew I wasn’t dreaming when I heard the music in my sleep
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| And I nearly turned her out til I she said in a voice real sweet
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| She said
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| Do ya love me, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Do ya love me, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Do ya love me
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| Do you love me or not?
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| Late in the evening I turned the key ands opened up the door
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| To my surprise there were thirty people rocking on the floor
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| She was dancing in the lamp light, showing everybody how to move
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| And before I could speak, she said in a voice real sweet
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| She said
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| Do ya love me, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Do ya love me, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Do ya love me
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| Do you love me or not?
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| With every day that passes I wonder if she’ll ever change
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| My teeny-bopper show stopper really acting something strange
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| Well I know its kind of funny but I’m thinking baby I don’t care
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| Cos she can turn me honey every time she whispers in my ear
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| She said
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| Do ya love me, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Do ya love me, do ya, do ya, do ya
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| Do ya love me
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| Do you love me or not? |