| DiSay holluh, holluh
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| Try to folluh, folluh-
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| She needs her space, dark glasses in place
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| She won’t face the light of the day
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| A soak in the tub — a smoke and a scrub
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| Wash some of the night away
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| Holluh, holluh
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| Baby gotta folluh
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| Some do without — that’s what it’s about
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| I doubt if she ever does
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| OUt on the scene- she’s keepin' it clean
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| Like Johnnie-come-lately was
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| Gotta holluh
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| Dancin' for a dolluh
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| She won’t spare even one passing glance
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| Cool and smooth like a slow Spanish dance
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| O but there was a time — back in her prime
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| She might have found romance
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| Older, colder hearts don’t stand a chance
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| Makes me wanna holluh, holluh
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| Baby Girl is dancin' for a dolluh
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| (And)
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| Once it seems she had laughter and dreams
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| But that’s all over now
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| How is her hair and what costums to wear
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| Are all she needs to know for now
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| Hipsters who meet in the heat of the street
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| Like a vapor they come and go She has moods, attitudes
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| Old dudes pay good money to watch
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| the show
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| It makes me wanna holluh, folluh
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| Baby Girl is dancin' for a dolluh (yeah) |