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Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. Well, you can knock me down, Step in my face, Slander my name All over the place. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoes Don't you step on my Blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. You can burn my house, Steal my car, Drink my liquor From an old fruitjar. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoes Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. Well, it's one for the money, Two for the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. |
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Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home Guess I'll never be happy, eveything I do is wrong, yeah Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes Let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little puppy done Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes I got no matches, got a long way to go Let 'er go boy, go-go |
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Well how can you say you will when you won't
Say you do, baby, when you don't? Let me know, honey, how you feel Tell the truth, now, is love real? But oh well, honey don't, well, honey don't Honey don't, honey don't, honey don't I say you will when you won't, oh honey, don't Well, I love you, baby, and you ought to know I like the way you wear your clothes If it's in a batch you were so doggone sweet You got that sand all over your feet Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night Sunday morning, you don't look right You've been out painting the town Uh baby, been stepping around |
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Well be-bop-a-lula she's my baby,Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe.Be-bop-a-lula she's my babyBe-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybeBe-bop-a-lula she's my baby love,My baby love, my baby love.Well she's the girl in the red blue jeans.She's the queen of all the teens.She's the one that I knowShe's the one that loves me so.Say be-bop-a-lula she's my baby,Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe.Be-bop-a-lula she's my babyBe-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybeBe-bop-a-lula she's my baby love,My baby love, my baby love.Well she's the one that gots that beat.She's the one with the flyin' feet.She's the one that walks around the store.She's the one that gets more more more.Be-bop-a-lula she's my baby,Be-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybe.Be-bop-a-lula she's my babyBe-bop-a-lula I don't mean maybeBe-bop-a-lula she's my baby love,My baby love, my baby love.
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