| See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
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| Entering through the door
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| Ruby glistening from her navel
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| Shimmering round the floor
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| Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-linging
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| Going through my head
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| Sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drop
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| Running from her hair
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| Now she dancing, going through the movements
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| Swaying to and fro
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| Body moving, bringing back a memory
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| Thoughts of long ago
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| Blood is rushing, temperature is rising
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| Sweating from my brow
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| Like a snake, her body fascinates me
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| I can’t look away now
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| Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
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| Give me time to breathe
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| Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
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| Or I’ll have to leave
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| Now she’s moving all around the tables
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| Luring all in sight
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| But I know that she cannot see me
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| Hidden by the light
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| Closer, closer she is getting nearer
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| Soon she’ll be in reach
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| As I enter into a spotlight
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| She stands lost for speech
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| Now I hold her, people are staring
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| Don’t know what to think
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| And we struggle, knocking over tables
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| Spilling all the drinks
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| Can’t they understand that I want her
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| Happens every week
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| Heavy hand upon my collar
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| Throws me in the street |