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Toy bowling in the arcade.
We went strolling, drank lemonade.
We made out under the dark.
We stayed out till ten o'clock.
Summer fling don't mean a thing at a other summer night.
Tell me more, tell me more, did she do bad things?
Tell me more, tell me more, 'cause it sounds like a drag.
He got friendly holding my hand.
Well, she got friendly down in the sand.
He was sweet, just turned eighteen.
Yeah, she was good, you know what I mean.

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