| High heels, high class, champagne in a crystal class,
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| you can’t help but love that pretty face.
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| Well, hello, goodbye, is all you get but that’s alright
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| cause when she turns around, she turns around every head in this place
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| Chicka-bow, chicka-bang, she can shake that thing.
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| Hurts so good you won’t feel the pain.
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| When she walks away it’s hard to breathe.
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| Bless your heart and bless my soul, baby that swing is out of control.
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| Don’t you know we hate to see you go?
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| But we love to watch you leave
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| Listen here.
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| Long legs, long hair, hold on baby, slow down there.
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| We’d sure appreciate if you’d take your time.
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| Rembrant, Van Gogh, that ole boy Picasso, will sit you down, turn you around
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| and paint you from behind
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| Chicka-bow, chicka-bang, she can shake that thing.
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| Hurts so good you won’t feel the pain.
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| When she walks away it’s hard to breathe.
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| Oo now bless your heart and bless my soul, baby that swing is out of control.
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| Don’t you know we hate to see you go?
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| But we love to watch you leave,
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| love to watch you leave
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| I know it ain’t the most poetic thing to say,
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| but baby you can’t really put it any other way
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| Chicka-bow, chicka-bang, she can shake that thing.
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| Hurts so good you won’t feel the pain.
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| When she walks away it’s hard to breathe.
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| Bless your heart and bless my soul, baby that swing is out of control.
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| Don’t you know we hate to see you go?
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| But we love to watch you leave, yeah, love to watch you leave.
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| Oh baby baby you’re somethin to see.
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| Oh, love to watch you leave |