| You must be happy now I’m deaf to dial tones
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| And your cool bangs have gone off with him
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| And to me you say, «let's just be friends»
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| The four worst words in our language
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| But here’s another chance
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| I’ll fight him in a dance off and I’ll win
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| To a slow, slow BPM
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| Or you choose the tune
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| My repertoire of moves is really huge
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| Just put your selection in
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| You must be happy now I sleep the day away
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| And I can now see in infrared
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| Since my dark shades do keep the sunlight out
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| But not the Lochness in my head
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| But here’s another chance
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| I’ll fight him in a dance off and I’ll win
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| To a slow, slow BPM
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| Or you choose the tune
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| My repertoire of moves is really huge
|
| Just put your selection in
|
| But here’s another chance
|
| I’ll fight him in a dance off and I’ll win
|
| To a slow, slow BPM
|
| Or you choose the tune
|
| My repertoire of moves is really huge
|
| Just put your selection in
|
| But here’s another chance
|
| I’ll fight him in a dance off and I’ll win
|
| To a slow, slow BPM
|
| Or you choose the tune
|
| My repertoire of moves is really huge
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| Just put your selection in |