| I read your letter and the things you say
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| You said power chords are all that I should play
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| Well, this is what you’re goin' to eat today, Virginia
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| The power chords are what you say you need
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| Look inside your body, baby, you’ll see
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| That man and egg and flyin' seed is in ya
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| If you come and teach me to rock 'n' roll
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| I better watch out, Cherry, 'cause I’m growin' old
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| Look inside and check out your neglected soul, Virginia
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| Then I can seem to dance along night unseen
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| VIP and fight down at the Music Machine
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| For you the place to look for rock and roll is in ya
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| You got it in ya
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| You got it in ya
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| You got it in ya
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| You got it in ya
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| It’s in ya
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| Yeah, it’s in ya
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| It’s in ya
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| lack of tact
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| My patience holding out and it’s a hard earned fact
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| I could easily buy your time, dearest Virginia
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| You would always give me just a one more chance
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| Hang around and ask me for a chance to dance
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| But I can’t make you jump, baby, if you ain’t got it in ya |