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Hey baby how’d you like to dance I wanna see you shake your pants you look so fine you’re so divine so how bout it baby your place or mine How’d you like to sit with me for a spell It’ll feel so fine baby So how bout it baby, let’s you and me dance “The Disco Trilogy” pretty much traced the story of our lives in those days: anticipation, stimulation, desolation. Aside from “Chicken in the Stove,” this was inexplicably Leedz’ only solo writing effort for the band. But he and Trudi always nodded appreciatively when Shadoobi brought a new one and said, “That’s great, butæum, how about if we try it this way instead? Then it wouldn’t be soæum, boring.” And they were usually right.
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