| Brown skinned woman been trading rough, scars across her thigh
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| Tell me, little honey, ain’t you afraid to die?
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| All night long I give it up, I give it to her good
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| She likes to be a servant to the kings of Hollywood
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| Her fascination, ride the wild side, she’s so bad, wild soul
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| Your explanation isn’t going to change my mind
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| Try to understand the things that you do but this game is nearly out of time
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| You think that this is loving
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| But, baby, you’re just running
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| Always up to something
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| Girl, you got it coming
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| Tell you what I’m going to do
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| I’m going to step on you
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| Hey, hey, hey, now, here it goes, right between the eyes
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| Let this be a lesson, a caution to the wise
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| Shake, shake, shake, yeah, shake that thing, the devil he don’t know
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| He’s about to get a woman who’ll make his bones feel old
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| Sweetest temptation, oh yeah, your wild side, so bad, wild soul
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| A moment’s hesitation is a waste of time
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| You got to head rush, baby, from all the ties that bind
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| You think that this is loving
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| But, baby, you’re just running
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| Always up to something
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| Girl, you got it coming
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| Tell you what I’m going to do
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| I’m going to step on you
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| Baby, this ain’t loving
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| Nowhere left for running
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| Ain’t no more discussing
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| Can you see it coming?
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| Tell you what I’m going to do
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| I’m going to step on you
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| You think that this is loving
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| But, baby, you’re just running
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| Always up to something
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| Ain’t no more discussing
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| Tell you what I’m going to do
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| I’m going to step on you
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| Baby, this ain’t loving
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| Nowhere left for running
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| Girl, you got it coming
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| Oh you got it coming
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| Tell you what I’m going to do
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| I’m going to step on you
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| Tell you what I’m going to do
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| I’m going to step on you
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| Tell you what I’m going to do |