| she wears tight blue jeans, drives a limousine, she lives at the top of my street
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| but here am i and my old jam jars, just trying to get a chance to meet
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| bizzy lizzy, yes, she’s so pretty, she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy
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| she rises each morning, at the crack of dawn, she’s getting ready for the day
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| she runs a boutique, and she calls me a freak, i wouldn’t have it any other way
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| bizzy lizzy, yes, she’s so pretty, she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy
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| when she’s got the rhythm, man, i know i’m living, 'cause all i do is stand and
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| stare
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| like a moving bomb, baby, here i come, hitting it everywhere
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| bizzy lizzy, yes, she’s so pretty, she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy
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| she rises each morning, at the crack of dawn, she’s getting ready for the day
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| she runs a boutique, and she calls me a freak, i wouldn’t have it any other way
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| bizzy lizzy, yes, she’s so pretty, she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy
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| she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy
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| she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy
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| she sends me dizzy, bizzy lizzy |