See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
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Entering through the door
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Ruby glistening from her navel
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Shimmering round the floor
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Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-linging
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Going through my head
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Sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drop
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Running from her hair
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Now she dancing, going through the movements
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Swaying to and fro
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Body moving, bringing back a memory
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Thoughts of long ago
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Blood is rushing, temperature is rising
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Sweating from my brow
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Like a snake, her body fascinates me
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I can't look away now
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
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Give me time to breathe
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
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Or I'll have to leave
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Now she's moving all around the tables
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Luring all in sight
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But I know that she cannot see me
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Hidden by the light
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Closer, closer she is getting nearer
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Soon she'll be in reach
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As I enter into a spotlight
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She stands lost for speech
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Now I hold her, people are staring
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Don't know what to think
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And we struggle, knocking over tables
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Spilling all the drinks
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Can't they understand that I want her
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Happens every week
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Heavy hand upon my collar
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Throws me in the street
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Stop Stop Stop
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| The Boys |
