| It was a Friday night, in the summer of '99
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| And all my friends, out raging till the party ends
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| And I’m looking up, before the sun is up
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| 'Cause I don’t care if or where anybody else is playing truth or dare
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| And I don’t really need them ooh
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| When I’m with you
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| We’re saying nighty night to the city lights
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| We’re staying in tonight cause the feelings right
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| So come on come on baby show me what your made of now
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| You’re that kind of girl
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| You’re that kind of girl
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| You led me up the stairs
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| I swear I’d let you take me anywhere
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| Don’t want to fall for you
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| I can’t believe what I’m about to do
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| And I’m wrapped around your finger, ooh
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| When you’re wrapped around me
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| And I don’t really need them ooh
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| When I’m with you
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| We’re saying nighty night to the city lights
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| We’re staying in tonight cause the feelings right
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| So come on come on baby show me what your made of now
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| You’re that kind of girl
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| Ooh and I’m wrapped around your finger, when you’re wrapped around me
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| We’re saying nighty night to the city lights
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| We’re staying in tonight cause the feelings right
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| We’re saying nighty night to the city lights
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| We’re staying in tonight cause the feelings right
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| So come on come on baby show me what your made of now
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| We’re singing la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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| You’re that kind of girl |