| What are you yellin for you’re screaming out your lungs all day and night,
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| I can’t control a, girl like you,
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| She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne,
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| I can’t mold a, girl like you,
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| In all designer, to remind ya,
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| You can’t buy her, just her clothes,
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| Can’t define her, can’t design her,
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| In the 90 210,
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| I can’t find her, I can’t find her,
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| In the 90 210,
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| In the 90 210,
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| What are you yellin for you’re screaming out your lungs all day and night,
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| I can’t control a, girl like you,
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| She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne,
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| I can’t mold a, girl like you,
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| In all designer, to remind ya,
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| You can’t buy her, just her clothes,
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| Can’t define her, can’t design her,
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| In the 90 210,
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| I can’t find her, I can’t find her,
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| In the 90 210,
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| In the 90 210,
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| Yeah, uh,
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| Reverb on guitar plucks,
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| Cigarettes and Starbucks,
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| And her line of credits high,
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| High as the line gets her better credit card cuts,
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| So in love with the scene, uh,
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| So in love with bein seen,
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| Probably it’s time to intervene,
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| But she doesn’t care, so she keep the party goin in the meantime,
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| Till us all over she can’t rewind,
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| If she gets her fix well then she’s fine,
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| I should prolly hit her with the peace sign,
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| Says she wants me and I fall for it each time,
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| She’s aware she’s a bad chick,
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| Studyin at FIDM, cutting fabric,
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| I really think her souls made of plastic,
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| End of the story is inevitably tragic,
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| Uh, yeah,
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| I can’t find her, I can’t find her,
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| In the 90 210,
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| In the 90 210,
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| I need you, come get it,
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| I need you, I need you,
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| Come find it, come find it |