| Fingers dripping all over me
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| You got to talk and talk
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| I won’t tell a soul, girl, a soul
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| Be brave, pour out on me
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| I’d rather be dancing, dancing
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| Be dancing, dancing
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| Go on, go on, go on, go on
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| They say to open up
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| Are you gonna build up a bomb?
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| They say to avoid damnation
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| So try, so try, girl, come on
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| I’d rather be dancing, dancing
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| Be dancing, dancing
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| Go on, go on, go on, go on
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| There’s nothing to say at this time
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| Though I got some things on my mind
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| The lessons of closed walls of mine
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| Enough of you
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| I’d rather be dancing, dancing
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| Be dancing, dancing
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| Go on, go on, go on, go on |