She fell down, headfirst in the sound
Tried to stop herself from moving, but it was too profound
Touch her pants, to try to quit your glance
'Cause you just notice the dirty way that American girls dance
Did she go right to your head?
When she danced upon the bed
Is she a dream or is she a drag?
Can she do the shag?
Later on, to find out she was on
There's nothing so unbearable as knowing that she's gone
Dream awake to try to make her stay
You know that you give her everything, but she does it anyway
Did she go right to your head?
When she danced upon the bed?
Is she a dream or is she a drag?
Can she do the shag?
La-da-da, la-da-da
There's one thing that you will never know
Is how she got to be so, whoa, whoa, whoa
Beautiful
She's unreal, exactly how it feels
I think they've got a line for it, she invented sex appeal
You undress, and try to get some rest
'Cause you'll just think of her summer hair and her wintry caress
Did she go right to your head?
When she danced upon the bed?
Is she a dream or is she a drag?
Can she do the shag?
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