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AC/DC - You Shook Me All Night Long
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She was a fast machine,
She kept her motor clean,
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen,
She had sightless eyes,
Telling me no lies,
Knockin' me out with those American thighs,
Taking more than her share,
Had me fighting for air,
She told me to come, but I was already there,
'Cause the walls started shaking,
The earth was quaking,
My mind was achin',
And we were makin' it and you...
Shook me all night long,
Yeah you, shook me all night long.
Working double time on the seduction line,
She was one of a kind,
She's just mine all mine,
Wanted no applause,
It's just another cause,
Made a meal out of me, and come back for more,
Had to cool me down,
To take another round,
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
But the walls were shaking,
The earth was quaking,
My mind was aching,
And we were making it and you...
Shook me all night long,
Yeah you, shook me all night long,
Knocked me out, I said you
Shook me all night long,
Had me shaking and you,
Shook me all night long,
Well you shook me,
Well you shook me...
You really shook me and YOU!
Shook me all night long,
Aaaaahaaaahaaaah You...
Shook me all night long,
Yeah yeah you,
Shook me all night long,
You really got me and you,
Shook me all night long,
Yeah you shook me,
Yeah you shook me,
All night long.
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