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or the lady lightnins' gonna leave you behind.
Make some fire, make a little heat(le),
or you're never gonna find that perfect young beetle.
Doin' your dance in the late moonlight,
you flip your tail to the left and the right.
The ladies go in shock, they're at a loss,
looks like a crazy dancin' moth.
Doin' your dance in the late moonlight.
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Them lady lightnin's turned their backs on you,
lifted their wings and off they flew.
But you're so smug, while cuttin' a rug,
you found yourself a sweet June bug
Them lady lightnin's turned their backs on you.
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