Could be you're corssing the fine line

A silly driver, kinda off the wall

You keep it cool when it's t-t-tight

Eyes wide open when you start to fall



You go dancing in the dim lit club

Some pressure cooker crawls up on his knees

Flashing sensation like a one on one

STomping around in the jitterbug breeze



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Oo, how you shake me up and down

When we hit the nightspots on the town



It's all behind you when you do catch on

You keep your lovers in a penny jar

A real romantic with a sultry stare

You keep messing with your blonde, long hair

It's just an automatic line



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