| I don’t get my kicks no more from cake or lemonade
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| Bud I can’t get served no smokes or drinks
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| They tell me that I’m underage
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| At sixteen years old I don’t stand a chance
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| But on Saturday when I get to the dance
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| It’s time-out from life
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| Got to learn to boogaloo
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| 'Cos I get my kicks from you
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| Summer’s gone school’s back I feel so black inside
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| Rules and regulations are a torture rack
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| Is there no place for me left to hide?
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| At sixteen years old things have gone too far
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| I wanna be a movie rocker soccer star
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| But when you’re around I know you’ll treat me good
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| I get my kicks from you
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| I dream of you at night
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| Do you really mean anything at all
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| Or am I wasting my time on you?
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| Those other guys are so much cooler than me
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| I find it so hard to score
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| What’s it really like to know a girl
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| My imagination’s not enough I gotta know more
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| At sixteen years old I get frightened at night
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| Presented with the truth I’m afraid I take flight
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| But when you’re around I know you’ll treat me good
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| I get my kicks from you
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| I get my kicks from you |