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I finally asked you to dance On the last slow song And beneath the moon that was really a disco ball I can still feel my head on your shoulder Hoping that song would never be over Chorus I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself Wondering where you are For me you'll always be 18 And beautiful and dancing away with my heart I brushed your curls back so I could see your eyes And the way you moved me was like you were in my mind I can still feel you lean into kiss me I can't help but wonder if you ever miss me Chorus I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself Wondering where you are For me you'll always be 18 And beautiful and dancing away with my heart Oh you headed out to college At the end of that summer when we lost touch I guess I didn't realize even at that moment we so much Chorus I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself Wondering where you are For me you'll always be 18 And beautiful and dancing away with my heart

there she goes looking like a star with her body shaped like a rock guitar there she goes like a shooting star make you wanna play makes all the boys them say yeah the way her body moving like a hurricane thought i knew what sexy was but uhuh that just changed she's a pop star, rock star, fighter lover she knows exactly what she's doing i think she's a pro when she walks into the room she makes sure that you know she's a thriller, killer, dancefloor filler there she goes looking like a star with her body shaped like a rock guitar there she goes like a shooting star make you wanna play makes all the boys them say there she goes yeah she'll grab you by the hair and make you scream and shout she'd like to chew you up and then she'll spit you out she's a pop star, rock star, fighter, lover yeah she likes to play with fire and she burns it up she's a thriller, killer, dancefloor filler

She gets too hungry for dinner at 8 (I'm starving) She loves the theater but she never comes late I never bother with people i hate That’s why this chick is a tramp She doesn't like crap games with barons and earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls And I definitely won’t dish the dirt with the rest of those girls That’s why the lady is a tramp I love the free fresh wind in my hair Life without care Oh, I'm so broke, IT'S OH! I hate California. It's crowded and damp That’s why the lady is a tramp I'M A TRAMP! Sometimes I go to Coney Island Oh, the beach is divine I love the yankees Jeter is just fine I follow rounders and park She sings every line That's why the lady is a tramp I love the prize fight That isn't a fake No fakes And I love to rowboat with you and your wife in Central Park Lake She goes to the opera and stays wide awake YES I DO That's why this lady is a tramp She likes the green (green) gras