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I got a girl
You know what I mean
It’s alright if you don’t, ‘cause ABBA did when they were writing “Dancing Queen”
Sometimes she calls in sick
Takes the day off
Clears off the bedroom floor, locks the door, dances all day like Baryshnikov
And then she goes out dancing
She goes out dancing
She goes out dancing with her friends
She goes out dancing
She goes out dancing
She goes out dancing with her friends
And I stay at home
I leave the door unlocked
I think back to summer camp, the little vamp scared all the boys with the dirty talk
But out in the tents
Among the trees
I was so nervous then, but I knew when I saw her dance, she was what I need
And now she goes out dancing
She goes out dancing
She goes out dancing with her friends
She goes out dancing
She goes out dancing with her friends
And it makes you cry
You’re going out, it’s a Friday night
With my photograph, you clutch so tight
You know that it’s alright
I see you dance in the moonlight
And the way you move, it looks like flying, flying
I got a rock ‘n’ roll band
We never quit
Sometimes when I’m on stage, in a haze
I have been known to shake my hips
But when we both get home
She turns out the lights
Clears off the bedroom floor, locks the door, dances for me alone all night
That’s why I don’t mind
When she goes out dancing
She goes out dancing
She goes out dancing with her friends
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It would be a lie to say I’ve been in possession of my entire mind
I fear I’ve left half of it with you between your eyes and your lips
Or down along the hem of your dress or up to your perfect hips and
Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today
I cannot even send my faxes without
Both of my eyes rolling your way
Your power suit is making me so crazy like nobody’s business
I won’t tell our secret
Whether you stole them or I gave them to you
The fact remains that my thoughts are with you
Anyhow, the whole of it has
Left me fidgeting and twiddling my thumbs,
Anxious for the next time we can be alone
Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today
I cannot even send my faxes without
Both of my eyes rolling your way
Your power suit is making me so crazy like nobody’s business
I won’t tell our secret
Mrs. Tindle, you look wonderful today
I wanna see you at the nightclub
You’ll say, “Oh my God, that little boy can play!”
Don’t you wanna be with me?
Your man will never know
‘Cause I won’t tell our secret
I won’t tell our secret
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You said you wanted me to
Write a love song for you
Something short and sweet
With a quick, danceable beat
So I got my pen and paper
To write my love out for you
Then my little love song
Started taking so long
I won’t finish soon
As the paper fills my room
Maybe I could show you
Something more infinite like
The sound of the ocean
Maybe I could refer you to
Something more infinite like
The way the sun shines
All the words came quickly
About what you mean to me
I wonder how long it took
For me to fill three notebooks
I’m not trying to write a symphony
‘Cause you know that isn't like me
But the movements keep on flowing
The song just keeps on growing
It plays forever, I think
Another pen runs out of ink
Maybe I could show you
Something more infinite like
The sound of the ocean
Maybe I could refer you to
Something more infinite like
The way the sun shines
You said you wanted me to
Write a love song for you
Well I tried, I promise
But there’s just too much content
Maybe I could show you
Something more infinite like
The sound of the ocean
Maybe I could refer you to
Something more infinite like
The way the sun shines
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Never Quit (Radio Edit)
04:59
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I stood there, drunk, and hit your man
Ain’t that too much for you to stand?
I’ve stayed on your couch so many nights
And never once have I paid rent
You set me straight but I’m still bent
It can’t be easy, putting up with all my (bleep)
You might stop awhile, but you never quit
You never quit
Dan’s got a party, let’s all go
You’ll be in town for the weekend show
You get all dressed up and halfway through the night
I’ve messed up your hair
But at the end of the evening, you’re still there
I just lay there smoking, even though you throw a fit
I might stop awhile, but I’ll never quit
Never quit
The toaster’s broke and there’s no bread
Just an empty plate of what you said
You don’t think I’m serious enough for you to stay around with me
This kitchen’s cold and I’m too old to wait and see
You hold up a target you know I’ll never hit
I might stop awhile, but I’ll never quit
Never quit
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Sidewalk Driver Boston
The music of Sidewalk Driver is high energy, highly-infectious, hook-driven, Rock with a capital 'R.' The sound is modern but the heart of the band seems to be more in line with 1970s rock culture - the Bowies & the Belushis of the world. The songs always come with some odd bent but not one that repels; rather, they welcome you to join in the celebration like a carnival barker hyping a freak show. ... more
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