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Bouncer: All right everybody, I need one line, one lineI need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting inGirl: Excuse me excuse me, let me through pleaseI'm with the DJ'I'm with the DJ, okay?Bouncer: Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you doEverybody's on the guest listGirl: Excuse meExcuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)Excuse me, excuse me, Mr. BouncerMy baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floorMy heart is pumpin', cryin' out for moreThe beat is heavy, any boy could be mineSo move on over, I'm the DJ's girlGirl: Excuse me, let me through, pleaseBouncer: Eight bucks, honey.Girl: What? Eight dollars? No way.I'm on the guest listI'm with the DJ?Look, I don't have time to stand out here and talk about your little problemsLike, why do you think I have these records?Do you think I dress like this for fun?Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?This is way out of hand, like I'm so sureWhat do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head muscle-manI'm with the DJBouncer: No, I don't think so, baby, I'm the man.You're not getting in.Girl: Hey stupid steroid-face!Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover chargeI'm with the DJI'm with the DJI'm with the DJ, okay?My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floorMy heart is pumpin', cryin' out for moreThe beat is heavy, any boy could be mineSo come on over, I'm the DJ's girlOoh, I'm the DJ's girlOoh, I'm the DJ's girlBouncer: All right everybody, one solid lineI need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in.Girl: Excuse meExcuse me, Mr. BouncerBouncer: Heh, why don't you go home you little groupie?You're wastin' my time.Girl: Excuse meExcuse me, Mr. BouncerBouncer: I need eight bucks and a picture IDGirl: Look, if you value your stupid little jobYou better get outta my way'Cause I'm with the DJWhat?Oh my God, I'm so sure like in a million yearsYou are so deadLike, why do you think I have these records?Do you think I dress like this for fun?Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?This is way out of hand, like I'm so sureWhat do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head muscle-manI'm with the DJI'm with the DJ, okay?My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floorMy heart is pumpin', cryin' out for moreThe beat is heavy, any boy could be mineSo come on over, I'm the DJ's girlMy baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floorMy heart is pumpin', cryin' out for moreThe beat is heavy, any boy could be mineSo move on over, I'm the DJ's girlSo move on over, I'm the DJ's girl

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