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Nightspots
Could be you're corssing the fine line
A silly driver, kinda off the wall
You keep it cool when it's t-t-tight
Eyes wide open when you start to fall
You go dancing in the dim lit club
Some pressure cooker crawls up on his knees
Flashing sensation like a one on one
STomping around in the jitterbug breeze
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Oo, how you shake me up and down
When we hit the nightspots on the town
It's all behind you when you do catch on
You keep your lovers in a penny jar
A real romantic with a sultry stare
You keep messing with your blonde, long hair
It's just an automatic line
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