| All she ever wanted
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| When the day turned indigo
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| Was to leave her grubby life behind her
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| To the buzzing streets below
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| Tainted passion and temptation
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| Led her down a trail of lust
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| Now, the fate of Faye Delroy
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| Is written in the dust
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| Written in the dust
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me tender in the night air
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me back and make me be there
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| She said her head don’t move the same way
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| That her hand usually does
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| That she’s got memory bubble
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| Almost like the rest of us
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| And ADD salamanders
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| Cannot figure what to wear
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| And they’ll be standing in the closet
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| And every dress is savoir faire
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| Every dress is savoir faire
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me tender in the night air
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me back and make me be there
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me tender in the night air
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me back and make me be there
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| Rock me here, rock me there
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| Rock me in my rockin' chair
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| Rock me here, rock me there
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| Rock me in my rockin' chair
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| Rock me here, rock me there
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| Rock me in my rockin' chair
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| Rock me here, rock me there
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| Rock me in my rockin' chair
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| Oh, my oh my, rock me
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| Tender in the night air
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| Za va ba, za ba bi ya
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| Ca va pas, za ba bi ya
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| Romeo Boyz, they’ll be dancing
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| With the Cha Cha Girlz
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| Za va ba, za ba bi ya
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| Ca va pas, za ba bi ya
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| Romeo Boyz, they’ll be dancing
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| With the Cha Cha Girlz
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me tender in the night air
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me back and make me be there
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me tender in the night air
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| Oh, my rockin' chair
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| Rock me back and make me be there |