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 The club isn't the best place to find a lover
          So the bar is where I go
          Me and my friends at the table doing shots
          Drinking fast and then we talk slow
          And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
          And trust me I'll give it a chance now
          Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
          And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like
          … Girl, you know I want your love
          Your love was handmade for somebody like me
          Come on now, follow my lead
          I may be crazy, don't mind me
          Say, boy, let's not talk too much
          Grab on my waist and put that body on me
          Come on now, follow my lead
          Come, come on now, follow my lead