| I can only imagine whatcha keepin' underneath
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| Your shy reaction passion
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| That your hiding, got me thinkin' dirty thoughts
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| The way it fits ya, like a glove
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| From your head down to your toes oh
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| Heaven knows, it’s a show, when you walk
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| Right through the door
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| I’ll spin you like a record
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| What are we waiting for
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| You know we’d get their quicker
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| If it weren’t for all those zippers
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| I know you got some moves
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| Like walkin' on the moon
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| Red leather drives you wild
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| Crazy train just ain’t your style
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| I know you got it
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| The way you wear it
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| You look so bad in
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| Your Michael Jackson jacket
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| Yeah, girl you’re a killer, shootin' through my cool
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| Wanna get your lipstick on my pillow, such a thriller
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| When you’re dancin' round the room
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| Underneath the covers, messing up my head
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| In your candy apple red, like it’s nothing
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| Just a button, lights go down I’m buzzin'
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| I’ll spin you like a record
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| What are we waiting for
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| You know we’d get their quicker
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| If it weren’t for all those zippers
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| I know you got some moves
|
| Like walkin' on the moon
|
| Red leather drives you wild
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| Crazy train just ain’t your style
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| I know you got it
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| The way you wear it
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| You look so bad in
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| Your Michael Jackson jacket
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| Come on baby whatcha say we get lost
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| I think I’ve waited long enough
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| Dontcha think it’s time you take it off, take it off
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| I know you got some moves
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| Like walkin' on the moon
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| Red leather drives you wild
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| Crazy train just ain’t your style
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| I know you got it
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| The way you wear it
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| You look so bad in
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| Nothin' but your Michael Jackson jacket |