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Well I was sittin' in a smokey room, band playin' rock and roll,Everybody burnin', yearnin' for some alcohol.I got up to buy the wine, when I saw Shirley Jean,Powdering her nose, posin' like a movie queen.Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.I tried to give her a sign, but she was too high to see,Sittin' and starin', carin' not a thing for me.Woo!Sweet little Shirley Jean, sure lookin' good to me,Jet black stockings, rockin' to the bebop beat.Tell by the way she was actin', musta' had a whole lot to hide,She's got a whole lotta lovin', all bottled up inside.Woo!{Rod - Slide Solo - Nick - Piano Solo}I ain't goin to say a word, can't find a word to say,You ain't gonna get me, let me tell you right away.I gave up and wandered out, when I saw the reason why,Hugging little Shirley, a curly headed honey pie.Letras de cancionesShirley Jean, sweet little seventeenShirley Jean, sweet little lovin' machine, wellShirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.Well, Shirley Jean, sweet little seventeen,Shirley Jean, she's a lovin' machine.Yeah, well, Shirley Jean!Let me grease your machine!Let me check your oil.Woo!Sure looks good to me! From Letras Mania