| I just wanna…
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| Let you know
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| Baby let your hair down
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| You’re feelin' like a smooth ride
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| Bottle of gin makes the mood right
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| Babygirl you’re lookin' like the
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| Moonlight in Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
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| You’re feelin' like a smooth ride
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| Bottle of gin makes the mood right
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| Babygirl you’re lookin' like the
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| Moonlight in Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
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| Yeah, okay, I’m rollin' round the city
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| Hopin' that the cops don’t get me
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| Got this boricua on my right hand side, right hand side
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| Yeah, I tell her that I love her
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| Even though I really don’t mean it
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| I’m sorry that I do you so cold sometimes (Yeah, yeah)
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| She said, «I know you get lonely too.»
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| I looked at her and said, «Then you know what to do.»
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| I tell her bring the freak out
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| She’s a step ahead, she’s on her knees now
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| Howlin' at the moon till the sun comes up
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| And now I’m gettin' lost in time
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| I ain’t really got much on my mind
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| Other than I knew it when I first saw you (Yeah, yeah)
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| You’re feelin' like a smooth ride
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| Bottle of gin makes the mood right
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| Babygirl you’re lookin' like the
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| Moonlight in Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
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| You’re feelin' like a smooth ride
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| Bottle of gin makes the mood right
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| Babygirl you’re lookin' like the
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| Moonlight in Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
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| Baby let your hair down |