| Everybody knows that Sally can’t dance
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| But damn she’s so fine that nobody’s gon' tell her
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| Two left feet, one beautiful smile
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| Hot damn she’s so fly whenever we’re together
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| And here we go yo, I think it was a Friday night
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| I was kicking it at my place, aight…
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| I could feel my thigh vibrate, Sally’s on my cell phone
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| She was at a club but she was by her self though
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| Sipping on a Bombay, telling me to drop by
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| I could be her hot date, Jiggy in the spot light
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| Karaoke contest, she was gonna rock mics
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| We could sing Beyoncé songs till the clock chimes
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| One in the morning and the party was boring
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| When I walked in Sally must have caught me yawning
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| She said «Quit stalling boy meet me on the dance floor
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| I’ma cut a couple shapes up like a band saw»
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| So under the disco ball we all
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| Shake it like a Polaroid singing la-di-da
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| Down and dirty yo, Sally ain’t no Barbie doll
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| Goofy as hell but who cares, blasé blah
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| Everybody knows that Sally can’t dance
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| But damn she’s so fine that nobody’s gon' tell her
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| Two left feet, one beautiful smile
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| Hot damn she’s so fly whenever we’re together
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| Once upon a time in my neighbourhood
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| Me and all of my next-door neighbours would
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| Get the whole block jumping to the latest jams
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| Rocking out to the sound of our favourite bands
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| I remember one summer on a Friday night
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| We had Morg dog spinning so the party’s hype
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| I saw my home girl Sally from across the way
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| An intelligent lady with a lot to say
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| She had a shimmer in her eyes and a smile to match
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| Skinny waist line but the style is fat
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| Just a glimpse of her face it could brighten the mood
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| Any place that she went she would light up the room
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| I was like let’s bust a groove, she said «cool»
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| But she moves like she’s rocking two busted shoes
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| She got two left feet and can’t work the beat
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| She can’t dance but Sally’s still perfect to me
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| I don’t wanna hurt nobody, I just wanna move my body
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| She’s sweet like marmalade, and tastes like oooh la-la-la
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| La—la—la-la-la-la—la—la
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| A-la-di-da, a-la-di-da-di-da, ayy
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| A-la-di-da, a-la-di-da-di-da
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| Everybody knows that Sally can’t dance
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| But damn she’s so fine that nobody’s gon' tell her
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| Two left feet, one beautiful smile
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| Hot damn she’s so fly whenever we’re together
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| She don’t foxtrot, two-step or minuet but
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| She’s so fresh I don’t interject
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| There’s no skip to her lou or the do-si-do
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| But that’s cool I could still be her Romeo
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| You know
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| I don’t wanna hurt nobody, I just wanna move my body
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| She’s sweet like marmalade, and tastes like oooh la-la-la
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| La—la—la-la-la-la—la—la
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| A-la-di-da, a-la-di-da-di-da, ayy
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| A-la-di-da, a-la-di-da-di-da
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| Everybody knows that Sally can’t dance
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| But damn she’s so fine that nobody’s gon' tell her
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| Two left feet, one beautiful smile
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| Hot damn she’s so fly whenever we’re together
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| Everybody knows that Sally can’t dance
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| But damn she’s so fine that nobody’s gon' tell her
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| Two left feet, one beautiful smile
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| Hot damn she’s so fly whenever we’re together |