| I caught your eye in a New York bar
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| You were looking down at me
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| An angel in black measuring in
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| At just over seven feet
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| Some fellas like their women short
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| Some fellas like 'em round
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| But me I like the kind of girl
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| That makes me stand up to go down!
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| No man will throw her around
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| When we make out I can’t reach the ground
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| We took a cab, you got in the back
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| But the front seat had to come out
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| The car shook, the car bounced
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| As you ground me pound for pound
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| But back at your place you took the reins
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| And saddled up, you rode me around
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| And just as I reached the finish line
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| You made me stand up to go down!
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| No man will throw her around
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| When we make out I can’t reach the ground
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| I’m going down but I’m upward bound
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| In a crowd she’s easily found
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| No man is gonna throw her around
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| Stand up! |
| To go down!
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| When we make out I can’t reach the ground |