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What do you mean, God gave me two left feet? Shooting me glass from the past and you see Come on baby, we got all dressed up Would you answer me? Why baby, why, why do you give me trouble? Trying to hide and not to be seen But I know you mean, well step on my feet Come and dance to me Come on and try, I don't have a good time There's a punch for the chuba red wine Come on baby, show me what's a good time Why baby, why? Why must you blame me like I play the guitar? She made me jump