| Old ways, they might fade
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| But they’re sticky like glue
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| Young girls ways
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| No, you don’t know you, don’t you
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| All these old men can not tell me what to do
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| Thinking all night 'cause the doubt is sticky too
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| Yes, I got a thousand references, sir, just like you
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| All these old men can not tell me what to do
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| Old ways, they might fade
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| But they’re sticky like glue
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| Young girls
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| No, you don’t know you, don’t you
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| All these old men can not tell me what to do
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| More than enough
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| Self consciousness for two
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| Talk from the right, from the left
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| Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, will always stay with me
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| More than enough
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| Self consciousness for two
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| Talk from the right, from the left
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| Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, will always stay with me
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| Old ways, they might fade
|
| But they’re sticky like glue
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| Young girls
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| No, you don’t know you, do you
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| All these old men can not tell me what to do
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| I have been listening and watching from my room
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| Cook and stir, yes, I keep it in the womb
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| Young girl I gave birth and now I watch it bloom
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| More than enough
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| Self consciousness for two
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| Talk from the right, from the left
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| Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, will always stay with me
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| More than enough
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| Self consciousness for two
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| Talk from the right, from the left
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| Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me, will always stay with me |