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She told my baby we’d danced ’til three, the she looked at me. And showed a photo of a baby his eyes were like mine, ’cause we danced, on the floor, in the round. People always told me, be careful of what you do. And don’t go around breaking young girls heart. but she came and stood by right me, just the smell of sweet sweet perfume. this happened much too soon. She called me to her room. Billie Jean is not my lover, she’s just a girl who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son