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You knew that I was free. And now you won’t stop calling me; I’m kinda busy. Stop callin’, stop callin’, I don’t wanna think anymore! I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor. Stop callin’, stop callin’, I don’t wanna talk anymore! I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor. Boy, the way you blowin’ up my phone won’t make me leave no faster. Put my coat on faster, leave my girls no faster. I shoulda left my phone at home,cause this is a disaster! Callin like a collector - sorry, I cannot answer!
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