| She’s young, but lord what a woman she’s quick as a brawl at five
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| She’s class, one hell of a woman, she really confused my mind
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| She’s bad, power of the pleasure is far enough ta chase
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| She’s fast, power of the pedal is keeping up the pace
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| Wise up, she’s some kind of woman
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| Wise up, you can’t get away
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| Wise up, ooh just when you think that its safe
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| I’m gone, I can’t justify when I ain’t got some control
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| So long, I ain’t gonna stop 'till I step right off this world
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| She’s gone, I guess I’m the winner of an innocent little time
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| Don’t look, a tap on the shoulder sends a shiver down my spine
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| Wise up, she’s some kind of woman
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| Wise up, can’t get away
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| Wise up, oh just when you think that its safe (safe) …
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| She’s back
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| Cryin', to give all the lovin' but I never was enough
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| I cried, I prayed up to Heaven but the Lord said, «Boy that’s tough.»
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| This smile, only served me to ruin me when I thought I had direction
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| That walk, how the hell did she do it every move was perfection
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| Wise up, she’s some kind of woman
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| Wise up, you can’t get away
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| Wise up, ooh just when you think that its safe
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| Ooh she’s back
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| Ah she’s back
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| Ahh my motors runnin'
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| It’s buzzin'
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| Ooh she’s back
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| Ah
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| Ooh she’s back
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| Ooh |