| Some girls awfully risky
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| And some girls kicking the stall
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| Give it up women and whiskey
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| Yeah you ain’t got nothing at all
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| But a sign on the wall that hung on the tack
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| Said liquor in the front and poker in the back
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| I got no more lonely nights
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| Ya-ya baby till out goes the lights
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| If you wanna take a lookie cookie tonight might be your lucky nighty night night
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| How they go deja-booty
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| You’re a yaya baby tonight
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| Way to go thought you knew me Yeah but you’re not getting it right
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| But it’s cool
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| Too cool for cat
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| A little bit of this and a little bit of that
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| Had a red hot maybe on a cold summer night
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| Ya-ya baby till out goes the lights
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| If you wanna taste the cookie lookie tonight might be your lucky
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| Roses are red, my lips on you
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| But you couldn’t tell by the things that we do The things that we see are so out of sight
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| We’ll have to see when we turn out the light
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| Living in the land/lap of love
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| Living on coochie and romance
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| Waiting on cupid to call
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| Some people say that’s livin'
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| Yeah but that ain’t livin' at all
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| And it’s cool, that’s how I roll
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| You get a little lovin' if you got a lot of soul
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| And it’s for sure, when love’s just right
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| Ya-ya baby when out goes the lights
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| If you want a little nookie cookie tonight might be your lucky
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| Roses are red, my lips on you
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| But you couldn’t tell by the things that we do The things that we see are so out of sight
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| We’ll have to see when we turn out the light |