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by Zak Norton
Come on little baby, come on shake that thing you ain't danced a number honey till you danced with the king of swing. Well I know your momma and your daddy don't want you to rock and roll with me. Come on hit the dance floor baby come on dance down with the king of swing.
Well they don't want you with me baby that is clear to see, they keep you locked up there like a bird up in a tree, come on little baby won't you come and dance with me. Let the beat hit your feet and I swear everything will be dreamy, Everything will be dreamy, everything will be dreamy.
Come on little baby, I don't ask for much just when we're on the dance floor honey that our cheeks will touch. Well I know your momma and your daddy don't want you to have your fun and such. But like the king of Rock and Roll pretty baby I'll say " thank you, thank you very much".
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