| Dancing like a storm a raging |
| Shining like a |
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| star |
| Turning every head in the neighborhood |
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| like a souped up car |
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| There goes that girl again |
| Ooh she made my motor run |
| I gotta try, gotta find a way |
| Give her every inch I got |
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| Lying like a magic carpet |
| Floating like I need some wind |
| She got my tongue tied and twisted up |
| I'm dancing to hold it in |
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| There goes that girl again |
| Looking like a million |
| She got so much that it just ain't fair |
| She's like a loaded gun |
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| Ooh I want to give her my loving |
| But she doesn't even know my name |
| She got a lot of one thing |
| The thing I crave |
| I wanna be her slave |
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| Well you can knock me down |
| You can walk up and down my spine |
| You can |
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| a chance for a million days |
| And it'll be alright |
| Cooling like a frosty morning |
| Steaming like a wet July |
| Well I know she makes me feel so goddamn good |
| I don't have a reason why |
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| Ooh I want to give her my loving |
| But she doesn't even know my name |
| She got a lot of one thing |
| The thing I crave |
| I wanna be her slave |
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| There goes that girl again |
| Looking like a million |
| She got so much that it just ain't fair |
| She's like a loaded gun |
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| Ooh I want to give her my loving |
| But she doesn't even know my name |
| She got a lot of one thing |
| The thing I crave |
| I wanna be her slave |
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| Ooh |
| But she doesn't even know my name |
| She got a lot of one thing |
| The thing I crave |
| I wanna be her slave |
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