| I was asked in New York City, do you like my clothes
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| I’m talking to my tape recorder, walking down the road
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| But on Friday night, I’m, purified that my feet don’t touch the floor
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| When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
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| Everyday is fucking perfect, its a paradise
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| Watch my life like its a movie, have to watch it twice
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| A boy looks at a girl, and a girl looks like a pony
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| She gallops all day long, in between my toes
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| And every night, she’s purified, she don’t do that dance no more
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| When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
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| I’m skankin on the dance floor, I’m drunk off that hennessey
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| I ain’t sober, i dont mix with coca cola, or soda
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| But right now im on a roller, i take a look over my shoulder
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| When i see that sexy thing, i think its time to work my way over
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| So i shuffle on my heals, and bounce on my toes
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| I’m crazy and she knows, still its all good i suppose
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| She picked a good place and she paked it up
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| I got behind her and i lapped it up
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| And we danced all night til the sun came up
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| Then i took her to my yard then i racked it up
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| I’m a member of the ju ju nation
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| Down in new Orleans
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| You don’t need an application
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| If you move your feet
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| Explode if you poke it
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| Exposed on the floor
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| It grows if you soak it
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| It rolls out the door
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| Now
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| Summer time, every night, now my feet don’t touch the floor
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| She don’t do that dance no more, in between my toes
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| Him and you, you and I, I don’t do that dance no more
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| When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes
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| The lady starts to sing, but she ain’t no disco dancer
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| She learned to shake her thing, in between my toes
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| Explode if you poke it
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| Exposed on the floor
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| It grows if you soak it
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| It rolls out the door |