| Standing at the bus stop
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| I heard a voice behind me saying… «Hi, baby»
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| Ohh I just fell all apart inside
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| Because I hadn’t heard that voice in such a LONG time
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| I turned around…
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| That’s right y’all, y’all shoulda seen what I did
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| So so pretty, so pretty — y’all hear how she sounds right?
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| She sounds crazy right? |
| Yes
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| This what happened at the bus stop
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| She turned around and this grown lady said hi I was quite stunned from the way she replied
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| Peace, nice to meet ya, sweetie call me Tony Starks
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| Ghost if you like ta, mind if invite ya over for some red wine, nice Barry White huh
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| She pulled out a cigarette, hon here’s a lighter
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| Her voice was a slow jam, full length white mink
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| Hella fine with a beauty mark on her right cheek
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| When she spoke her smoke floated when it left her throat
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| Spelled honey when she blew it out it turned to water word
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| I was infatuated
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| She put the perfume to her neck and sprayed it Plus the bottle was nickel plated
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| It make a young girl steez yo feel outdated
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| And know the married chicks shopping with they man’s hated
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| One stone on her finger was green, Maybeline
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| Cover Girl lipstick, plump color fingertips
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| Revlon face blush, oh-five-six shit
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| The ashes was hangin off her stog’so she flicked it Damn, had to bundle up, I call goosebumps
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| Plus the windchill factor had dropped, here the bus come
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| I never rush one, here take my number miss
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| I live alone, her face fell when I dropped the chrome
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| Damn, can I have YOUR number? |