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Zamjene

Well, she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor Never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes

Everybody at your party They don't look depressed Everybody dressin' funny Color me impressed Stayin' out late tonight Won't be gettin' any sleep Givin

Read about your band in some local page Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name Sweet Georgia breezes, safe, cool and warm I headed up north

If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon? If he was from Mars, then that'd be cool Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file? Hangin

Stay right there, go no further Don't get a doctor, don't get my mother It's too far to walk, gotta decide Turn around, we're takin' a ride So, take

Well I met her in a bar Like I always say She was digging Tommy's cute Way down in FLA Wearing that vest with nothing underneath Looking her best in

A hush was the first word you were taught And they watched you wear The clothes they claimed they bought They brought you down to watch the merry go around

Hit it, Bob Sittin' at home, and I'm so excited Goin' to the party though we weren't invited Times ain't tough, they're tedious Get up, hayday My little

Now come on baby, do the twist Come on baby, do the twist Shake it around It goes like this Now come on baby, do the twist Come on, come now Come now