Bring It on Again Page #8

It's just, I was thinking Friday we could|get some "fro-yo," do some choreography.

You know, you guys.

Whittier,you have such great hair. I just|- Who does you color?

- Marker.|- Hmm.

Uh- S- I expect more...

Well, she's a sh-|sinking ship.

Let's do that again.|Oh, my God!

You're a real tough cookie|with a long history

Ofbreaking little hearts|like the one in me

That's okay|Let's see how you do it

Put up your dukes|Let's get down to it

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me|with your best shot

Hit me with|your best shot

Fire away

You come on with a come-on,|You don't fight fair

But that's okay|See if I care

Knock me down|It's all in vain

I get right back|on my feet again

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me|with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Who can settle this|and judge it who's right.

- Oh, yeah?|- Yes!

That's a cut. Almost had it.

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me|with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Give me an "S-S."|Give me a "T-R." Err!

You know I'm about to|get twisted, baby!

Hit me with your best shot| It's really not coming off.

- Fire away |- Away!

Fire away

Yeah!

Fire away God, are|you losing your drawers?

Sorry.

Fire away

And cut!

You just wait till game day.|She'll be perfect.

Oh, she's gonna be perfect on|game day. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Shh!

C-Come on

C-Come on

C-Come on

Come on

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