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GWhen I played too aloud And she is to start Dancing Fevery night When she Cmakes you dry Dancing Dalmost out Of conGtrol
Only to need Is the rock and the beat And a kind of friend Who would understand When she's almost Out of control
GShe's out of conBtrol CShe's out of conGtrol GShe's out of conBtrol CShe's out of conGtrol
When she was so smooth Went me out of room She wants to round to go She didn't only know About breathing right It was so You can only, she's said In her beautiful dress And than ride a car She was to drive it far Like a deamon start Oh, no! She's out of control... When I played too aloud And she is to start Dancing every night When she makes you dry Dancing almost out Of control Only to need Is the rock and the beat And a kind of friend Who would understand When she's almost Out of control She's out of control... Ooh, ooh, oooooh... (Oh, she's almost out of control Oh, yes, she is She's out of contol)