Harper and Morgan went solo to the dance.
All dressed up in silk shirts and bell-bottomed pants.
Their girlfriends showed up and they became smut.
They were boogying on the dance floor with other girls.
And they knew that it was their butt.
They left with their girlfriends which was right.
They ended up in the doghouse for the rest of the night.

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