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She was more like a beauty queen |
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I said don’t mind, but what do you mean |
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Who would dance on the floor in the round |
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who would dance on the floor in the round |
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She told me her name was Billie Jean, |
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Then heavy heads turned eyes of dream |
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Who would dance on the floor in the round |
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People always told me be careful of what you do |
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And don’t go ’round breaking young girls’ hearts |
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And mother always told me be careful of who you love |
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And be careful of what you do ’cause the lie becomes the truth |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one |
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But the kid is not my son |
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but the kid is not my son |
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For forty days and forty nights |
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But who can stand when she’s in demand |
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’Cause we danced on the floor in the round |
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So take my strong advice, |
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just remember to always think twice |
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She told my baby just at three |
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and showed a photo of baby Price |
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Go an’ dance on the floor in the round |
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People always told me be careful of what you do |
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And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts |
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She came and stood right by me |
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Just a smell of sweet perfume |
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This happened much too soon |
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She called me to her room |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one |
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But the kid is not my son |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one |
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But the kid is not my son |
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but the kid is not my son |
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but the kid is not my son |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one |
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But the kid is not my son |
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but the kid is not my son |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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Billie Jean is not my lover |
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