| Michael plays with stars
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| Soul Sister won’t you take a ride in his car
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| Late to call
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| When you wanted to be all
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| Baby, baby, don’t be so shy
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| Rock children hold your heads up high
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| In the night while I try
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| And tell the ballad of Valentine
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| You got it bad, but you know it’s true
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| I caught up with a friend in Dallas
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| We took a trip to New Orleans
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| Those black-eyed ladies
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| Won’t say they’re sorry
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| We finally caught a train to Memphis
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| Where everybody talks the same
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| Those blue suede babies
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| All know my name
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| And I said hold tight
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| Can’t you see it’s hurting me But I’ve got the buzz
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| Like Marlon Brando
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| Michael Valentine, can’t we unite?
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| We ended up in North Dakota
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| Although my heart’s in Mexico
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| My mu? |
| equita
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| Abre tus ojos
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| With your new suit, and your black tie
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| Hold on, you’re just a gambling man, all proper like
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| I broke to the right and I caught your eye
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| Shut your mouth and wave goodbye
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| Tonight, I ain’t gonna let you rain on this parade
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| And I said hold tight
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| Can’t you see it’s hurting me But I’ve got the buzz
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| Like Marlon Brando
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| Straight faced with misery tonight
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| And I will not lie when I say I ain’t cold no more
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| But I’ve got the buzz
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| Like Greta Garbo
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| Walking forwards in the sun
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| And I’ve got a coat tail left to ride
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| Well uh oh
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| I know he’s gonna be there tonight |