It was early in the evening
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About ten o'clock I think
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When you said "Barkeep, get the lady a drink"
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You sidled up beside me and said "That's a nice dress
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It would look great lying next to my bed!"
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Then you handed me a quarter
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You pointed to the phone
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Said, "Call your boyfriend, tell him you ain't coming home"
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Then you felt it in your cheekbone
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As it turned a pretty pink
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Barkeep whispered, "Man, that's gotta sting!"
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No way I'm not falling, not falling for this
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So put away, put away, put away your magic stick . . .
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You could take me to Bermuda
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You could take me skiing in the snow
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You could take me any where I wanna go
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You could spend a lot of money
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But I wouldn't be impressed
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And in the end you'd have to tell your friends I said
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No way I'm not falling, not falling for this
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So put away, put away, put away your magic stick
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No way I'm not falling, not falling for this
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So put away, put away, put away your magic stick
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One day you might say that I'm special
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And you've never felt this way before
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You love the way my heel sounds when it hits the floor
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You might tell me that you love me
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But I'd know what that means
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It means, "I'd love to see you out of those jeans"
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No way I'm not falling, not falling for this
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So put away, put away, put away your magic stick
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No way I'm not falling, not falling for this
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So put away, put away, put away your magic stick
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I'm not falling, not falling
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I'm not falling, not falling for this
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I'm not falling, not falling
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I'm not falling, not falling for this
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Magic Stick
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Lauren Hoffman |