There’s a girl you oughta know,
Comes to every show,
Down the very front row,

Y’oughta see her go.
A pair of ice-blue eyes,
A pair of boppin’ thighs,

Oh man, what a prize,
Just about my size.


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Oh oh oh oh my little hormonette,

Oh oh oh oh I’m gonna get you yet,
Wooo oooh Oh baby, you bet,
I wanna be your #~!!@ cat, ypur puppy dog,

I wanna be your pet.

At the back of the hall,

That chick can ball,
She can shake them all,
Yeah, and that ain’t all.


She can shake her pants,
Hell, I mean she can dance,

Gets them all in a trance,
So how’s about romance?


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Now there’s place we can go,

At the end of the show,
Where the light’s real low,
And no-one will know!