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1. See the girl with cymbals on her fingers, entering through the door.
Ruby glistening from her navel, shimmering around the floor.
Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-linging, going through my head.
Sweat is falling just-a like tear drops, running from her head. ~
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2. Now she’s dancing, going through the movements,
swaying to and fro.
Body moving, bringing back a memory, thoughts of long ago.
Blood is rushing, temperature is rising, sweating from my brow.
Like a snake, her body fascinates me, I can’t look away now.
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe.
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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, or I’ll have to leave.
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3. Now she’s moving all around the tables, luring all in sight.
but I know that she cannot see me, hidden by the light.
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer, soon she’ll be in reach,
As I enter into a spotlight, she stands lost for speech.
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4. Now I hold her, people are staring, don’t know what to think,
and we struggle, knocking over tables, spilling all the drinks.
Can’t they understand that I want her, happens every week.
Heavy hand upon my collar, throws me in the street.
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Written by Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/Graham Nash