| Shall we dance?
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| Or maybe just limp around?
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| These feet are cold and beat, and strangers
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| To the ground.
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| The sound of the kick is arousing.
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| The couples are sweet in their love.
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| Tonight, we’ll stagger up from the basement
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| Or fall to our deaths from above.
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| You’ve got those moves and those eyes
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| I’ve got these shakes and bad breath.
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| I’ve never tried that, but I know
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| I don’t like it.
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| Or, maybe I do I’m just too weak to Fight it. |
| Where are you? |
| I hate
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| To let em see me crying.
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| I’m gonna zip on my party suit
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| And show y’all something:
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| There ain’t no such thing as strumpin'
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| For nothing
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| You can fly with us or hang on to the
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| Walls but the devil’s takin' names
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| When the last curtain falls
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| I got a deep sick worry and I don’t know
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| Why!
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| Where are you? |
| what are you doing tonight?
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| Laughing and crying are almost the same
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| They just show everyone how much
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| Attention you’re paying
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| So dry them eyes
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| Everyone else went back inside |