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Cigarette holder
Which wigs me.
Over her shoulder
She digs me.
Out cattin',
That satin doll.
Baby, shall we go
Out skippin'?
Careful, amigo,
You're flippin'.
Speaks Latin,
That satin doll.
She's nobody's fool,
So I'm playin' it cool as can be.
I'll give it a whirl,
But I ain't for no girl catchin' me.
Telephone numbers,
Well, you know.
Doin' my rumbas,
With uno,
And that's my satin doll.
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