Yeah, you knew that she was coming
But not really when she’d attack
She’s so tired of those old clichés so just a hey is a better thing to be said
Looking deadly in the eyes but she knows
That you’re not the famous type
The type to regret after have discovered that they’re not half as nice as they act
Come on, baby, I’m no prey
You can’t lead my ways
As a matter of fact, I really doubt that this is a night you’ll ever forget Baby
And as the Moon starts to set
Shy smiles on those tipsy lads
You can’t feel your shoulders but you’re not yet over
‘Cause you can’t seem to get her off your head
Looking gorgeous in her dress and she knows it
Just bouncing to that song
And she’s still there on her own and giggling at your jokes so tonight you’re not going home alone, no
Come on, baby, I’m no prey
You can’t lead my ways
As a matter of fact, I really doubt that this is a night you’ll ever forget Baby
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
Na-narana-nana-nanana
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