Shall we dance?
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Or maybe just limp around?
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These feet are cold and beat, and strangers
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to the ground.
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the sound of the kick is arousing.
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the couples are sweet in their love.
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Tonight, we'll stagger up from the basement
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or fall to our deaths from above.
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You've got those moves and those eyes
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I've got these shakes and bad breath.
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I've never tried that, but I know
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I don't like it.
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Or, maybe I do I'm just too weak to
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fight it. Where are you? I hate
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to let em see me crying.
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I'm gonna zip on my party suit
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and show y'all something:
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there ain't no such thing as strumpin'
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for nothing
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you can fly with us or hang on to the
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walls but the devil's takin' names
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when the last curtain falls
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I got a deep sick worry and I don't know
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why!
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where are you? what are you doing tonight?
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laughing and crying are almost the same
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they just show everyone how much
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attention you're paying
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so dry them eyes
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everyone else went back inside
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The Devil's Takin' Names
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| Lawrence Arms |
