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Girls put your records on,play me your favourite song.You go ahead, let your hair down.Girls put your records on,play me your favourite song.You go ahead, let your hair down.I ever walk too far down the dark side of the roadasking, "where'd you go?"These days like tokick, pull, shove.This one got old,this one's too young.But we're all so tough,can't get enough of the brutal stuff.Join the club.Get a back rubwhen you least expect it.Can't find it,that's where you left it.Retrace my footstepsand got to a doorstep.All of the tracks I dropLetras de cancionesjust fall inside her head.I had three months leavejust to keep the peace,but she turned it upside downand she can't run from the beat,there's no retreatwhen I turn her inside out,saying...Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.She's saying,Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.We like to snap our fingersto a brand new song.Just like that, just like that.Get attached to the beatwhen we move along.Just like that, just like that.Yeah, she gets jealousof all the new chicks.Self-absorbed likeshe's ignored.Center of the universe,it ain't earth.Yeah, you guessed it right,it's her.They get so disturbedby the first burn,when they've lit firesall of their lifeIn turn, she's current.You name itand she's heard it.If you want it,don't deserve it.I'll tell youwere they worth it,Like it is.Saying...Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.She's saying,Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.She's dressed like an animal,cannibalistic.With the open toe sandals,call it ballistic.She drew guns out so fastshe missed it.Drop 88 HD medsand listen.On a missionwith no Houston.'Till one damn, twoon my spaceship.Smiling widelike she got a facelift.Got it in my inbox,then erased itIt's time to slow it uplike drinking up some Rockstar.I'm bouncing off the walls,right after then we crash hard.That's the scenario,blast from your stereo,from Mexico,up on to Ontario.Worldwide feel the vibeand get it when we play it.Saying...Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.She's saying,Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.She's saying,Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down.She's saying,Girls put your records on, (Yeah.)play me your favourite song. (Right.)You go ahead, let your hair down. From Letras Mania