I been working so hard I'm punch in my card. Eight hours, for what? Oh. tell me what I got. I've got this feeling That time's just holding me down. I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town. Tonight I gotta cut loose, Footloose, Kick off your Sunday shoes. Please, Louise, Pull me off of my knees. Jack, get back, come on Before we crack. Lose your blues, everybody cut Footloose. :// You've got to turn me around, And put your feet in the ground. Now, take a hold of your soul. I'm turning it blues, everybody cut, Everybody cut, Everybody cut, everybody cut, Everybody cut footloose.
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