| I seen her at a stop light on Alverano
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| Was sittin' in a pearl white Eldorado
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| In a gangsta lean she were revvin' the throttle
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| Got a sticker on the bumper say she like techano
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| She looked like Selena, the truth couldn’t be plainer
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| She like a gangsta boogie, her Papa calls her cookie
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| My friends call her a sad girl cause her man went away
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| And he ain’t never coming back, so cry another tattoo sea
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| I seen her at the market she was pushing a stroller
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| Smoking on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda
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| Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her
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| Got her baby’s name tattooed on the back of her shoulder
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| She looked like an angel, she talked like the devil
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| She looked like a stranger, she lived like a rebel
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| She’s a sad girl, cause her man went away
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| And he ain’t never coming back, so cry another tattoo tear
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| Sad girl living on the east side of the city
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| Proud woman, boy, she don’t want none of your pity
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| Sad girl got no one to rely on
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| Proud woman don’t need your shoulder to cry on
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| Hey sad girl, we can take this slow
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| Baby what you lookin' for, let me know
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| You say you want a man that can give you some dough
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| You say buy my babyshoes and buy him a coat
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| And buy my baby food to put down his throat
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| I won’t play you like a ho, it ain’t like that yo
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| Let me holler at you later, we can go to the show
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| I ain’t tryna rock the boat, I’m tryna keep you afloat
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| I seen her at the post office mailing a letter
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| She couldn’t send no money but she made him a sweater
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| She’s talking on the pay phone and something upset her
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| I really wanna hold her but I only just met her
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| But I could tell she’d been crying, she said she felt like dying
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| She never been so alone no, she gotta make it on her own though
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| She’s a sad girl, cause her man went away
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| And he ain’t never coming back
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| Sad girl living on the east side of the city
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| Proud woman, boy, she don’t want none of your pity
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| Sad girl got no one to rely on
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| Proud woman don’t need your shoulder to cry on |