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Sun shinin' bright blue skies up aboveStrollin' through the city of brotherly loveYeah, Third and South where she hangs outWhen she strolls by all the fellas call and shout for herI cut across the street, her eyes don't meetShe strolls by, she don't give me the eyeShe don't turn her headYeah, she's sassy, she's brassy, above all she's classyShe's put together like an Austin-Healey chassis with a tanShe sure looks grandTalkin' bout LuannShe's alright alone, she don't need companyMiss Luann never, ever, ever looks twice at meI don't turn her headYeah, she ain't been to collegeBut she's been to schoolAnd she knows how to wear those FM shoesYes, she canI'd give a grandJust to meet LuannAt the weekend dance she shows up lateThe fellas stand around, they just can't wait for herYeah, but they ain't got a chanceShe don't give them a glanceDon't you know Luann is just too cool too danceToo badTalkin' bout Luann From Letras Mania