| Well I’ve got great big blisters on my bloodshot eyes
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| From lookin' at that long-legged female up ahead
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| Well what she does simply walkin' down the sidewalks of the city
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| Makes me think about some stray cat gettin' fed
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| She’s got a whole lot of motion in her soul
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| I know that her soul is not the place she lets it show
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| She’s got that body, oh yeah
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| She’s got that motion, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna get me, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna tear my soul apart and put big blisters on my heart
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| And what a mighty crazy, cookin way to go
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| And I’ve got great big blisters on my fingertips
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| From reachin' in my pocket pickin' out them bills
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| And I’ve got tiny white blisters on my foot
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| From tryin' to ease my nervous tension taking patent pills
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| Well ever since we started runnin' round from bar to bar
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| I just can’t eat a bite to keep my stomach settled down
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| She’s got that body, oh yeah
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| She’s got that motion, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna get me, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna tear my soul apart and put big blisters on my heart
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| And what a mighty crazy, cookin way to go
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| She’s got a whole lot of motion in her soul
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| I know that her soul is not the place she lets it show
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| She’s got that body, oh yeah
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| She’s got that motion, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna get me, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna burn me, oh yeah
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| She’s gonna tear my soul apart and put big blisters on my heart
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| And what a mighty crazy, cookin way to go |