She’s goin to put on her favorite dress And find her favorite shoes She’s going to make up her pretty face And cast away her weekday blues She’s going out to Zanzibar Where the drinks are strong And the men are smooth No need to fret or concern self From here on out Everything is cool
When I walk up in the door they gon say Who dat girl and how she get so funk-ay Swingin her hips from side to side How she move somebody when Mr. Trombone
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When I walk up in the door they gon say Who dat girl and how she get so funk-ay Swingin her hips from side to side How she move somebody when Mr. Trombone Slide
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