| Yeah, yeah …
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| Someone taught me how to dance last night
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| What a move he was
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| And someone taught me how to do it right
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| What a groover he was
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| He taught me all the steps he knew to rock 'n roll
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| I found my sense of rhythm but I lost my self-control
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| When he said dance little lady, dance
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| Dance, little lady, dance
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| You know you’ve got only one chance
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| So come on, dance, dance, oh!
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| Someone taught me how to move last night
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| What a looker he was
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| Someone taught me how to do it right
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| What a cooker he was
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| Now we boogie and we bump until we’re fit to trop
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| And when he gets me going, I don’t want to stop
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| When he says, dance, little lady, dance
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| Dance, little lady, dance
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| You know you’ve only got one chance
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| So come on, dance, dance, dance, oh!
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| Yeah, yeah!
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| We boogie and we bump until we’re fit to trop
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| And when he gets me going, I don’t want to stop
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| When he says, dance, little lady, dance
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| Dance, little lady, dance
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| You know you’ve only got one chance
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| So come on, dance, dance, dance!
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| That’s what he told me
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| Oh, what a mover!
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| That’s what he told me
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| Oh, what a groover!
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| Dance, little lady |