| Well I’m the same old girl that I used to be
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| I haven’t changed at all
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| Got the same old walk, the same old talk
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| That would run you up the wall
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| I got the same old face and the same old smile and
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| The same old baby blues
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| And I’m still doing the rhumba, baby
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| I’m still the girl for you
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| I’m still doing the rhumba baby
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| I can’t seem to quit
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| If my mama catches us doing the rhumba
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| My mama would just pitch a fit
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| But I can’t help myself, it’s much bigger than me
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| If I were you, I would hang onto a rhumba girl like me
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| Well there’s lots of girls on the floor tonight
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| With a lot slicker steps than me
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| The boogaloo, the funky broadway
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| Are such a pretty sight to see
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| My step might be old fashioned
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| But that’s just fine with me
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| Cause I got a couple of rhumba steps
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| That I think you’d like to see |