| I see you workin’through the bead curtain
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| In you kitchen, switchin', leavin’me twitchin'
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| I’m itchin’to be kissin’you, but disciplne is the rule
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| So I sip my orange juice and act cool
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| She irresistible
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| We fool around twice a week, makes me weak
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| Nice, when she put her tongeu in my cheek
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| Not petite, baby got a large physique
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| She take charge, take me were I dare not repeat
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| I got T-T-T-T-like a high hat
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| Planting kisses on your back
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| You like that
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| Mrs X. reputation intact, nobody on my block
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| Know we lock down like that in the next flat
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| But one from whre I live with my mum and uncle John
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| He ain’t my uncle an’it’s been far too long
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| But me 'n'she been goin’strong almost a year
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| Wait til the coast is clear, I don’t boast for fear
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| Of being caught. |
| Maybe w ought to stop, maybe not
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| For now baby gets all I got. |
| Boom!
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| How come we always trash the room? |
| Grab ya clothes
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| Cos ya know someone’ll be home soon
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| An’I assume there’ll be a need to explain gently
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| Why this mother of three is playin’games with me She’s my baby
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| I’m a slave to your outrage
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| Rocket box stiff shocks an’a roll cage
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| Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an’poise
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| Exhaust notes an antidote for old age
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| Yes! |
| Yes!
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| Who got the keys to my R.S. |
| we goin’on a road test
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| Hit the M4 and head west, forever impressed
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| With the sound of my two litre, we cover ground
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| Engine singin’like Anita Baker
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| An’iff I take a corner too quick y’get sick
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| When I do my hand-bake trick, watch me ride
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| Mi broadside slide like a battleship
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| Side-slip puch out mi hip
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| Stick it in gear an’give the gas a blip. |
| It Never fail to bring a grin to the lip, Baby’s equipped
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| Me an’she gone clear I got quik rack reduction
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| On the under steer, I been
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| Fairly and squarely discribed as hairy
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| People say my baby is scary
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| Look you takes your money and you takes your schoice
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| I just love to hear my baby’s voice
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| She’s my baby
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| I roll up for the session, ev’rything in position
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| My friends demonstratin’erudition
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| I listen for a minute before takin’sides
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| Sleepy eyes on the limit sit down an’spin it Like we do every Friday down my way
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| Why play the fool with demon alcohol
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| As a rule my baby gets passed around
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| I don’t frown, I love to see my friends gettin’down
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| When it’s just me an’she you know it’s never precarious
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| But sharin’with ya buddies is hilarious
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| Variously we argua an’disagree an’get heated
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| Hafta tell my people to be seated
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| An’restart the anti-stress process
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| 'Til there’s a big mess of twigs an’seeds to meetcha needs
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| An’with that first inhaled hello…
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| Guaranteed mellow
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| She’s my baby |