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Letras:Ultimate Fakebook. This Will Be Laughing Week. Tell Me What You Want.

A night in June, I'm crawlin' out from a silk cocoon
I hit the town, put on my shoes - 'cause Friday night I
fall in love
She comes into view, from out of nowhere, a girl so
cool
She makes me sick of my excuses, now I gotta see this
through

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Does she see me...can she hear me...what I'm thinking
to say to her?

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Tell me what you want - I'll be it, darling it's
Anything you want - look no more
Just let me stay the night, I'll sleep on the floor
Tell me what you see - I'll see it even if
It's invisible to everyone
I think you know that I can see you girl,
so don't fight it, love

Just bouncin' through, the dancefloor's beaming with

kangaroos
It's been so long since I felt good, that know I
don't know what to do
She's got the moves, butterscotch hair splashes her
perfume
and when she smiles it's X-ray, definitely cuts
through a crowded room

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And I wish I could
And I wish I would
Everytime I think I, I think should
I feel I'm no good

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