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Well night time let her through |
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Yeah, I'm talking to you |
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I wanna see her |
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Precious little thing |
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With eyes that dance around |
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Without their clothes |
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So buy a pretty dress |
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Wear it out tonight |
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For anyone you think |
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Could outdo me |
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Or better still |
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Be my winding wheel |
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'Cause I feel just like a map |
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Without a single place to go of interest |
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And I'm further north and south |
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If I could shut my mouth |
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She'd probably like this |
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So buy a pretty dress |
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Wear it out tonight |
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For all the boys you think |
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Could outdo me |
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Or better still |
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Be my winding wheel |
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Be my winding wheel |
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Well the children laugh and sing |
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A song that ushers in |
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Her driving rain |
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And I'm standing in the station |
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Like some old record |
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Waiting on a train |
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So buy a pretty dress |
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Wear it out tonight |
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For anyone you think |
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Could outdo me |
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Or better still |
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Be my winding wheel |
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Be my winding wheel |
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Be my winding wheel |
