| Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
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| Last night my little angel came pumpin' on the floor
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| She said, come on, baby, I got a license for love
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| And if it expires, pray help from above
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| Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
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| In the midnight hour, baby, more, more, more
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| With a rebel yel, she cried more, more, more
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| She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg
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| But when I’m tired and lonely, she sees me to bed
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| What set you free and brought you to me, baby
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| What set you free, I need you here by me
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| Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
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| In the midnight hour, baby, more, more, more
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| With a rebel yel, she cried more, more, more
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| He lives in his own heaven
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| Collects it to go from 7−11
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| Well, he’s out all night to collect a fare
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| Just as long, just as long it don’t mess up his hair
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| I walked the walls for you babe
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| A thousand miles for you
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| I dried your tears of pain
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| 666 times for you
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| I’d sell my soul for you, babe
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| For money to burn just for you
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| I’d give you all and have none, babe
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| Just-a-just-a-just-a-just-a to have you here by me
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| Because in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
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| With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
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| In the midnight hour, baby, more, more, more
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| With a rebel yel more, more, more |