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A SCOTTISH ROCK AND ROLLER
- Love me tender and my teenage dream where is he now what has he seen That insects a buzzing at my window grill He saw me and coyed round a counter top thrill The night air a crickets with Elvis aloud The boy may not want me I'm not in his crowd. Soda pop strawberry dragged out to the end The store is a closing and I'm not his friend I swing to the other wall no sleep can I plow He may not be Elvis but boy I'd allow Daddy is not here away at the war Will he meet Elvis in Germany's claw Heartbreak hotel I can stand it no more If he don't take me jiving I burn my front door Temper and calmness please take me out The desk clerk in black should give him a clout I'm angry I'm happy I'm James Dean's girl Emotion a plenty I'm all in a whirl I'll go to the store and buy every pop He'll see me and know me that my Jailhouse rocks He asks me and asks me I'm suddenly shocked Where is my dress and where is my frock The crowd are a jumping a mean woman blues This fella's a smart ass I'll step on his shoes Goodnight and good morrow and back to my bed Don't count all those feelings trapped up in your head My music returns and the needle's a hop Only for Elvis the night's not a flop
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