Kick! The spirit kicks
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but the moonshine plays cheap tricks.
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Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town
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scaring the oldies into their dressing gowns
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as the dribbling dogs howl.
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What¡¯so wrong with just a little fun?
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We still got the taste dancin¡¯ on our tongues.
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When we pucker up our lips are bee-stung.
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We still got the taste dancin¡¯ on our tongues.
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We got gusto
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we are headstrong.
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We still got the taste dancin¡¯ on our tongues.
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Fill our bellies and we fill our lungs.
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We still got the taste dancin¡¯ on our tongues.
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Darling the spirit is kicking
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don¡¯t be fooled by the moonshine
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it¡¯s tricking.
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Frock spill like alcho-pop around girls¡¯ knees.
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Trousers and blouses make excellent sheets
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down dimly lit streets.
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Why should we feel bad for what we¡¯ve done?
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We still got the taste dancin¡¯ on our tongues.
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Love the smash and grab of our goings on.
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We still got the taste dancin¡¯ on our tongues.
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We Still Got the Taste Dancin' on Our Tongues
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| Wild Beasts |
