Lyrics: The Number Twelve Looks Like You. My Sharona.

Oh, my little pretty one, pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Oh, you make my motor run, my motor run.
Gun it comin' off of the line, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind.
Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind.
My yi yi, ay, wa-woo.
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