I caught your eye in a New York bar
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You were looking down at me
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An angel in black measuring in
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At just over seven feet
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Some fellas like their women short
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Some fellas like 'em round
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But me I like the kind of girl
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That makes me stand up to go down!
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Stand up! To go down!
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No man will throw her around
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Stand up! To go down!
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When we make out I can't reach the ground
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We took a cab, you got in the back
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But the front seat had to come out
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The car shook, the car bounced
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As you ground me pound for pound
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But back at your place you took the reins
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And saddled up, you rode me around
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And just as I reached the finish line
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You made me stand up to go down!
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Stand up! To go down!
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No man will throw her around
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Stand up! To go down!
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When we make out I can't reach the ground
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Stand up! To go down!
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I'm going down but I'm upward bound
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Stand up! To go down!
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In a crowd she's easily found
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Stand up! To go down!
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No man is gonna throw her around
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Stand up! To go down!
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When we make out I can't reach the ground
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Stand Up To Go Down
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| Amon Amarth |
