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Crazy little thing called love |
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Well, this thing called love |
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it cries in a cradle all night |
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it shakes all over like a jelly fish |
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Crazy little thing called love |
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There goes my baby she knows how to rock ’n’ roll |
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She drives me crazy she gives me hot and cold fever then |
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She leaves in a cool, cool sweat |
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get hip, get on my tracks |
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Take a back seat hitchike |
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and take a long ride on my motorbike |
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Crazy little thing called love |
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get hip, get on my tracks |
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Take a back seat hitchike |
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and take a long ride on my motorbike |
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Crazy little thing called love |
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Crazy little thing called love |
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Crazy little thing called love |
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Crazy little thing called love |
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