| Turn baby, turn
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| You’ve got the feeling for it
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| I’m the music
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| Dance with me, sway
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| Are you ready for me?
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| Take a chance on me
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| Turn baby, turn
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| You’ve got the feeling for it
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| I’m in tune now
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| Sing to me, say
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| Are you ready for me?
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| Take a chance on me
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| The downtown boy in a daylight rouse
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| Getting ready for the night’s ploy
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| And he’s waiting on top a topless house
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| Or sliding down to his luminous, viscose clothes
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| I want to go with that French girl
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| She said, «Sure, do you want to make friends with me?»
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| Tres bien, tres bien
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| Hey, I’m not crying anymore
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| Turn baby, turn
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| You’ve got the feeling for it
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| I’m the music
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| Dance with me, sway
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| Are you ready for me?
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| Take a chance on me
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| He put on his shirt knowing he’s pert
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| Tearing 'cross the crowd in a gloss
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| He said, «Missy, don’t be so pushy, eh»
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| Or thought he did it anyway
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| The words that he knew
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| 'Voulez-vous', 'Rendezvous'
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| Just made him black and blue
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| He wanted to go-go
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| She said, «No-no»
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| So he’s waiting for next episode
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| I want to go with that French girl
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| She said, «Sure, do you want to make friends with me?»
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| Tres bien, tres bien
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| Hey, I’m not crying anymore |