saw you standing there talking with Johnny reggae
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down at the local hop
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jeans that fitted tight, everything so right about you
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thought my cork might pop
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invited back to meet the starsyou got some scotch in your coke
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that you might just recognise me
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was my only hope
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I was one of the stars and my fast car
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seemed to distract you from my thinning hair
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then I drove you home my hands began to roam and fumble
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after we got there
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you said you had no school next day
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I offered to show you the sights
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the next night well, we made love
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were you dazzled by the lights?
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you gotta stay young and beautiful if you want to be love
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dnow I dream of my teen angel
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sent from Heaven above
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you were so young
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can love be wrong
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Love At The Hop
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