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 pussy 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!