| I see you stepping high with your tight blue jeans on
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| Strutting like a button down paragon
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| I reckon you’re looking for some necking, yes I do
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| Climb right on up into my manger
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| But let me warn you 'bout one small danger, babe
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| I can’t shake the stranger out of you
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| I see you prancing and preening as smooth as you can
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| You’re hotter than the popcorn dancing in the pan
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| Out to capture a chunk of rapture with someone new
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| Well, I can hit the sack like an aristocrat
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| If you’re looking for a trick in a box of crackerjacks
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| But I can’t shake the stranger out of you
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| Out of you, out of you, out of you
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| Out of you, out of you, out of you
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| You’re a romping bronco, I must admit
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| Stomping while your lips are chomping at the bit
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| Sure I’ll kiss you, but who’s gonna miss you
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| When you’re chasing midnight’s through
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| Be glad to be your one shot pleasure
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| Even leave you grieving at your leisure, babe
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| But I can’t shake the stranger out of you
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| Out of you, out of you, out of you
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| Out of you, out of you, out of you
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| So you’re hot to trot for the next buckaroo
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| Who’s got the stuff to put a saddle on you
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| Ride you higher in the fires of desire than you ever knew
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| All your favorite fantasies will come to an end
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| You’ll be waking up tomorrow needin' a friend
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| 'Cause I can’t shake the stranger out of you
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| Out of you, out of you, out of you
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| Out of you, out of you, out of you |