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Last night a little dancer came dancing to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on my floor
She said "Come baby I got a license for love
And if it expires, pray help from above"
Because

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In the midnight hour she cried "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell "more, more, more"
More, more, more

She doesn't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she's near to bed
What set you free and brought you to me babe
What set you free I need you here by me
Because

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He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair

I walk the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I'd dry your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul, for you babe
For money to burn, with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, just ah, just ah to have you here by me
Because

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Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more

Oh yeah little angel
she want more
More, more, more, more, more