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1, 2, 3! Woo! |
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You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves |
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You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves (You Got To!) love everybody tonite! |
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You gotta love everybody tonite! |
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You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves |
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Alllllllright! |
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Sally could barely rally, she livin' in cardboard alley, |
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Convinced she was doin' fine |
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Burt was a millionaire, sellin' that spray-on hair |
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Sippin' Californee wine |
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She was hardly handling and panhandling |
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Off-times she was squeezing out a dime at a time |
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From his limousine he could see beauty underneath the dirt |
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And this is what it said on the sign! |
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It said You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves |
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You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves (You Got To!) love everybody tonite! |
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You gotta love everybody tonite! |
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You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves |
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Bree was worth billions, she was killingly beautiful |
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A diamond with the venomous charm |
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Harvey was starving, carving tattoos on the punks, |
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Called himself "DaVinci of arms" |
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She was high on twinkies when she pulled in thinking |
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She could just get in and out, convenience is bliss |
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By the flash on the wall, she seemed twenty feet tall |
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And this is what he put on her fist! |
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It said You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves |
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You gotta love everybody, make 'em feel good about themselves (yeah!) |
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You gotta love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody love everybody toniiiiiiiiiiiiite...tonite! |
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Love everybody tonite! |
