(Verse)
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She was standing at the tail when he came up and gave her his number (ooh)
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It’s not the start of the story cus it took him an age to do that (ooh)
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When she noticed this guy it kinda took her out of her slumber (ooh)
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He came in and turned round, went out, then he came back (ooh)
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(Verse)
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Then he left, the moment passed, she soon forgot
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The weeks went by, she didn’t give him another thought
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Until one day she reached a hand inside her coat
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And found the number he had written on that note
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(Chorus)
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All the way, dossier, offer is on the ceiling
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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Clap your hands, nod your head, got to love it another day
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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See a head, let’s forget, like a thread out of it
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(go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)
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Makin whips, fashion grips, taste the lips, that’s incredible
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(go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)
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(Verse)
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He stepped up to her and gave her a slip with his number (ooh)
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All humble and shy, this some serious guy went to sleep (ooh)
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He asked her if she had a man in her life to encumber (ooh)
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A date with himself if she didn’t think him a freak (ooh)
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(Verse)
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What did she do? What did she think? What did she choose?
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She called him up and arranged to meet, wore her nice new shoes
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(Chorus)
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All the way, dossier, offer is on the ceiling
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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Clap your hands, nod your head, got to love it another day
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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See a head, let’s forget, like a thread out of it
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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Makin whips, fashion grips, taste the lips, that’s incredible
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(go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)
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Like a knife, cuff your life, throw the slight man away
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(go down, reach down low, get low, get dark, baby drag yo booty on the floor)
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(Verse)
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And now they meet every night beside their beds
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And clean their teeth before they climb into their heads
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(Chorus)
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All the way, dossier, offer is on the ceiling
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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Clap your hands, nod your head, got to love it another day
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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See a head, let’s forget, like a thread out of it
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(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
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Makin whips, fashion grips, taste the lips, that’s incredible
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Like a knife, cuff your life, throw the slight man away
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Dossier
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| Neneh Cherry |
