| I’ve seen cool, I’ve seen cold
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| I’ve seen the women up front, way down below
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| Ladies of the evening screaming, some were like vipers
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| I’ve seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose
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| I’ve seen 'em strutting good stuff, I’ve seen 'em all used
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| With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny they spend there
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| But you look good in rags
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| With dirt in your hair
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| Yeah you look good in rags babe
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| Oh, I don’t care
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| (Ah, you look good)
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| Yes you look good in rags
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| With bones in your hair
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| Ah, you look good in anything
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| Ooh, I don’t care
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| Now I’ve seen class, I’ve seen tack
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| I’ve seen 'em walking down the street with smoke in their stacks
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| And pouring into limos, they wake up in millionaires' bedrooms
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| I’ve seen their hair cut short, black and sleek
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| Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra neat
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| Swearing by the Harper’s Bazaar, like it equalled the Bible
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| But you look good in rags
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| With dirt in your hair
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| Yeah you look good in rags babe
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| Aw, I don’t care
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| Yeah Yeah, you look good
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| Oh you look good in rags
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| With dirt in your hair
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| Ah yeah, you look good in anything
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| Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans
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| You make a T-shirt obscene
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