Girls, Girls, Girls - Girls Girls Girls |
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Yellow, red, black or white, |
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add a little bit of moonlight for this intercontinental romance. |
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they all like that fancy world champagne, |
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a gentle song and a slow dance. |
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Who makes it fun to spend your money - |
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who calls you honey, most every day. |
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Girls, Girls, Girls - Girls, Girls, Girls. |
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Well, they made 'em up in Hollywood, and put them into the movies |
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those lovely photographic splendors; |
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in and out of magazines, Miss World and beauty queens |
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falling in love with the real big spenders. |
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But although their world may be frantic they're still romantic, |
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So hop on, the world is swinging. - |
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Don't sit and twiddle your thumbs. |
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Get up and meet those pretty Girls, Girls, Girls. |
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Step on, the world keeps swinging. - |
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Put on the dazzling charm. |
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Get up and find those pretty girls. |
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But don't rush, keep it nice and gentle - |
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and sentimental, for that certain moment. |
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Moonlit oceans, girls full of emotions |
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stepping on that slow boat to China; |
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they know how to please a man dropping in for tea with my geisha. |
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They've got that old-fashioned feeling, |
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when it comes to pleasing, |
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Hop on, the world is swinging. - |
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Don't sit and twiddle your thumbs. - |
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Get up and meet those pretty girls. |
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