(Cioffi/Todd/Crenshaw)
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Well now baby's gone out of control
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Body and soul
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She got to cut loose living only for the sound
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Of the baddest sounds around
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And baby's spent all of her dough
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On countin' on clothes
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Every look every fashion that comes on strong
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Baby just wants to belong
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She can't dance
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She can't sing
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But she's got to be part of that pop music thing
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Well now baby's only trying to lose
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All of her blues
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Down in her heart 'cause she's only seventeen
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And she means to cause a scene
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She can't dance, she can't sing
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She can't dance, she can't sing
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But she's got to part of that bang bang head bang music
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She moves to the radio
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Every night and day I can hear her say
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"Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go"
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Well let's go now!
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She can't dance, she can't sing
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She can't dance, she can't sing
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But she's got to part of that bang bang head bang music
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She moves to the radio
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Every night and day I can hear her say
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"Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go"
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Well now baby's gone out of control
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Body and soul
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She got to cut loose living only for the sound
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Of the baddest sounds around
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She can't dance
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She can't sing
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But she's got to be part of that pop music thing
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Right here in New York!
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She can't dance (she can't dance)
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She can't sing (she can't sing)
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(Rock bop, rhythm and blues)
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She Can't Dance
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Marshall Crenshaw |