| Take a picture of this moment with me.
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| Is it everything you want it to be?
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| Cause when they go to blow it up,
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| You always fill my cup
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| With figurines and dishonesty.
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| And you’re rubbin' me the wrong way.
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| You’re jerkin' me around when we hit the club.
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| Doin' me the hard way.
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| Always shootin' me down before I get back up.
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| Why you acting a fool now darling?
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| Step into to my hand, we’ll see some light.
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| Cause Heaven rents a space in Harlem.
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| And baby we can go there tonight.
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| You just gotta come over and rub me right.
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| Oh I sing…
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| Save your drama for a rainy day
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| And just forget what all your girlfriends say.
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| Before the evening can explode,
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| You gotta kiss that toad
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| And activate his charming princely ways.
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| So quit rubbin' me the wrong way.
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| Quit jerkin' me around when we hit the club.
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| Quit doin' me the hard way.
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| Quit shootin' me down before I get back up.
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| Why you looking to slow this night down?
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| You’re sucking all of the venom out of my bite.
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| Heaven is my place in Me-Town.
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| And baby we can go there tonight.
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| Ahh you gotta rub me right!
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| Oh I sing,
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| Come on and rub me right.
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| Come on and rub me right.
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| Come on and rub me right.
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| Na na na, na na na.
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| Na na na, na na na.
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| Na na na, na na na.
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| Na na na, na na na. |