| I work my fingers to the bone
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| Just trying to keep up with the Jones
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| You call me on the telephone
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| Say baby hurry hurry home
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| Pour me a little splash of red
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| You look like you could raise the dead
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| Have you got something on your mind
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| Come on girl we’re wasting time
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| Just let your body do the talking
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| Don’t let the words get in the way
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| Yeah I can tell the way you’re walking
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| That you got nothing left to say
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| Ain’t gonna watch the evening news
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| Cause I don’t care who’s shooting who
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| You’re putting on my favorite shoes
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| About to do that thing you do
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| Ah let’s do it all night long
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| Cause in the morning I’ll be gone
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| If everything works out all right
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| Same place, same time tomorrow night
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Ain’t got nothin' to say
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Yeah I can tell the way you’re walking
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| That you got nothing left to say
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| Nothin' baby |