| You’re such a big star
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| Gotta than you already are
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| So give her some chips
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| Gotta mess with the swing of your hips
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| Yeah with the swing of your hips now
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| And in the name of the sun
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| You threw your hair up in the shape of a gun
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| Bang bang, gettin' up all night
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| You’re such a cool cat
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| Gettin' written on the side of your bag
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| Yeah the side of your bag, it’s sad
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| Well by the fat of your bones
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| You’ll make or break a thousand lovers
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| Go boom
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| But it’s murder babe
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| A-a-a motor cade
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| A money-back black brigade
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| Murder babe
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| So they caught you red-handed on you makin' your deal
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| They took you for a lover under cover of steel
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| They caught you red-handed on you makin' your deal
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| They took you for a lover under cover of steel
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| I doubt they’ll break your face and make you takin' your pants
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| City’s underwater everyone’s in a trance
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| There’s death in every crevasse 'cause death isn’t fun
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| So call me up to tell me what you see, what you got
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| So breathe that thing
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| 'Cause your lover lives her life in the shade
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| Spendin' life in the shade
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| So let me just show
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| I’m gonna take your face and let me go
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| Bang, 'til the bangin' stops
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| And by the fat of your bones
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| You’ll make or break a thousand lovers
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| Go boom
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| Chop murder babe
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| A motor cade
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| A money-back black brigade
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| You’re thinkin' that it’s murder babe
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| So they caught you red-handed on you makin' your deal
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| They took you for a lover under cover of steel
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| They caught you red-handed on you makin' your deal
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| They took you for a lover under cover of steel
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| I doubt they’ll break your face and make you takin' your pants
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| 'Cause the city’s underwater everyone’s in a trance
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| There’s death in every crevasse 'cause death isn’t fun
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| So call me up to tell me what you see when you go |