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Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above
In the midnight hour she cried- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried- more, more, more
In the midniight hour babe- more, more, more
With a rebel yell- more, more, more
More, more, more.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried- more, more, more
In the midniight hour babe- more, more, more
With a rebel yell- more, more, more
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 walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried 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, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried- more, more, more
In the midniight hour babe- more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
More, more, more.
Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.
Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more.
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