Sunday, May 18, 2008

I saw her dancin' there by the record machine
I knew she must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
An' I could tell it wouldn't be long
Till she was with me, yeah me.

She smiled so I got up and' asked for her name
That don't matter, she said,
'cause it's all the same.

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