| Cool and calm, Mr Gorgeous
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| Walks up to the bar and orders and
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| As he passes by, they all sigh — ah…
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| When he moves just like a panther,
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| He feels your gaze, but won’t look at ya He won’t dare a smile
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| 'Cause it’s really not his style at all
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| Oh Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
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| Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie …
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| She’s so slick and so curvaceous
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| The way she walks is quite contagious
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| Eager eyes follow her thighs and go, hmmm
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| The way she moves strikes a chord
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| Hits the groove
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| But she ignores the
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| Hopeful advances
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| No, she won’t give no chances at all
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| Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
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| Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie …
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| All alone our Miss Curvaceous
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| Back at her place finds her bed too spacious
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| And as she passes her own reflection, sighs
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| Ooh.
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| Mr Gorgeous is feeling lonely
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| He wishes that if he could only
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| Smile, once in a while
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| So lonely, poor thing
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| Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
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| Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie …
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| So while you are shaking your hips, keep your lips turned up |