Hey foxy' come here
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He's too old, Jackie
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Probably doesn't know what it's like anymore
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Hey Lita, I feel so, um, you know
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I know
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Let's go to Hollywood and party all night
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Really, it's Saturday night
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We'll park at 7-Eleven and walk down the street
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And look for some beef
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Hollywood, it felt so good
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Oh look at this guy coming down here
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All right
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Two of 'em
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Hollywood it felt so good
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One for you and one for me
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Oh, oh
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My God look at that turkey, he's wearin' a
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Just look at him
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Oh no
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He's comin' this way
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Hey
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Come on sweetie
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(verbal exchange)
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No, no, no, no you're too old
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Yeah you're too old, too old
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Bye, bye
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Hey, you have an extra cigarette?
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(All out)
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Oh well
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He stunk like alcohol
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Yeah I know
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Where are all the guys tonight?
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I don't know
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Sure wasn't like this in Cleveland
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I know
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Remember those guys in Scotland?
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What about New York?
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Boston?
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Oh, look at this guy
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I know
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(Hi girls, what's happening?)
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Not you!
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Well
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Hey dog get away from me
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Oh yuck
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Ooh
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Hey Lita what time is it?
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Oh, ah... quarter to three
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Guess I should go home
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I gotta get up early, photo session
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Photo session?
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God I hate 'em
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I wanna go do something, ya know
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I still feel like doing something
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Why don't we go over to Phreddie's house and watch TV with him?
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What, Mary Hartman?
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Oh yeah
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That was on four hours ago
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We can tell our mother
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We can tell our mother
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We're gonna stay at Joan's
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Yeah
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I want some beer
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Hollywood Crusin'
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The Runaways |