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Some people say I'm only out at night
Maybe those folks might of got it right
And some people say I drive a Cadillac car
Or sell my wares hauntin' hotel bars
I'm the boogie man, the boogie man
I like fine suits, smoke the best cigars
Like talking sex to women, girls in fast cars
I might be under the bed, ready to bite
So, little girl, be careful when you're on your own tonight
I'm your boogie man, your boogie man
And I hope that you don't misunderstand your boogie man
And don't let the sun come up on me, your boogie man
I'm your boogie man, your boogie man
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