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The Classic Roy Orbison,
Written by Roy Orbison/Bill Dees
Hey boys, gather round boys, the money's right
Go down to low town for me tonight
Walk onto forty four and knockon that big black door
Lay some money on that man
And get the very best table you can
Well,there's a soul bandâs wailing behind the beat,
And they cook when the blue lights spin.
There's a âgo-go girlâ yeah,
She works it out,now.
Look when you walk in,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Everybody knows
To see her dance,now
My TwinkleToes.
Twinlke Toes you move and you go,
And you know you do it right.
Up and down,now you dance around, now.
Youâre look in good tonight,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on, come on now.
Twinlke Toes,
Dance on and on, now.
Yeah, but Twinkle Toes,
I know youâre trying
To hide your broken heart;
You act so gay.
Yeah,behind the smile,
I know youâre crying.
Your big great lonely eyes
Give you away.
Hey, hey,hey.
Hey, hey ,hey.
Twinkle Toes,
You know you must hang on, girl.
Hnag on tight;
Donât let your feelings show.
Twinkle Toes,
You know you must dance on,girl.
If you work it right,
Theyâll never know.
Twinkle Toes,
Itâs tough to forget,
But every thingâs all right.
Yeah, Twinkle Toes,
Get set, âcause i bet i take your home tonight,
Yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah.
Yeah, youâre allright, now.
Yeah, Twinkle Toes
Youâre out of sight,now.
Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,
Yeah, youâre so fine, girl.
Yeah, Twinkle Toes,
Youâve hurt my mind, girl.
Twinkle Toes,
Come on,carry on,
Now when the dance is through.
You wonât be lonely,
you wonât be blue tonight;
iâll be with you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
Yeah Twinkle Toes...
