ChewinŽ on a whip your little dress is tight
Gonna make me burn gonna make it right
Tell your little stories and IŽll never hope
That IŽll end up right beside you when it comes
IŽll gonna make it good this hour
Make it true
Dancing on the stairs IŽll never get back home
Gonna laugh and smile gonna make me moan
Do your little things and then remember why
You chose me instead of someone else
Why donŽt you start right now I know you
WonŽt regret
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