| I should be mad at you
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| It’s crazy how you give me such an attitude
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| Like a rock star in training with a dirty mouth
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| When I take you anywhere, you take it south, yeah you take it south
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| You don’t give a damn
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| And I don’t want you to
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| I don’t understand at all
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| But still I know I want you when you
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| Talk back, it’s an aphrodisiac
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| Baby give me some of that
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| Yeah you got it and you know it
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| Just talk back, put your scratches on my back
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| When ya tell me where it’s at
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| Then you know that’s where I’m going
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| You know I like that, like that, like that
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| The way you talk back, talk back, talk back
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| You got a razor tongue
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| And when you shoot your mouth, it goes off like a gun
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| Not afraid, always sayin' anything you like
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| I’m careful cause I know your bark is bad as your bite, it’s bad as your bite
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| You can’t keep it clean
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| But I don’t mind it
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| You’re NC-17 sometimes when
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| You get out of line, and ya talk back
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| But there’s something sweet about you
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| That’s why I can’t live without you
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| Still I’ll never think it’s rude
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| When you cop an attitude
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| Give me everything you got
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| Cause you know I think it’s hot when you talk back |