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 Her brains they rattle and her bones they shake Whoah, she's an angel from the Innerlake Thundercrack, baby's back This time she'll tell me how she really feels Bring me down to her lightning shack You can watch my partner reelin' CHORUS She moves up, she moves back Out on the floor there just is no one cleaner She does this thing she calls the "Jump back Jack" She's got the heart of a ballerina She's straight from the Bronx Hung off the line She slips, she slides, she slops, she bops, she bumps, she grinds Even them dance hall hacks From the west side of the tracks Move in close to catch her timin' CHORUS She ain't no little girl, she ain't got no curls Her hair ain't brown, and her eyes ain't either Round and round and round and round My heart's wood, she's a carpenter She's an angel in the night, what she does is alright Dance with me, partner, dance with me, partner Dance with me, partner, 'til the dawn Thundercrack, baby's back This time she'll tell me how she really feels Bring me down to her lightning shack You can watch my partner reelin' CHORUS She ain't no little girl, she ain't got no curls Her hair ain't brown, and her eyes ain't either Round and round and round and round My heart's wood, she's a carpenter She's an angel in the night, what she does is alright Dance with me, partner, dance with me, partner Dance with me, partner, all night
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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