| A shining badge, a suit to match
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| Bit my nails down so they wouldn’t scratch
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| But who believes in needs like these?
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| I’ll take two of 'em, please
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| Soft skin soft eyes
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| All these beautiful laughs and beautiful thighs
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| They always kept me up at night
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| But I can’t change my appetite, 'cause
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| Your pussy is a wonderland
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| And I could be a better man
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| It doesn’t matter to me
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| Your pussy is a wonderland
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| And I could be a better man
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| It doesn’t matter to me
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| 'Cause he is she is her
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| And her and he are love
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| And I have never felt the difference
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| 'Cause he is she is her
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| And her and he are love
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| Child in all these labels
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| And my girl, she
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| Always wore a skirt in the classroom
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| Eating my dessert in the bathroom
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| Can’t get caught so we stiller than a statue
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| Bad news, think I’ll probably die before I have you
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| Soft skin soft eyes
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| All these beautiful laughs and beautiful thighs
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| They always kept me up at night
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| But I live for loving impolite, 'cause
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| Your pussy is a wonderland
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| And I could be a better man
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| It doesn’t matter to me
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| Your pussy is a wonderland
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| And I could be a better man
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| It doesn’t matter to me
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| 'Cause he is she is her
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| And her and he are love
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| And I have never felt the difference
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| 'Cause he is she is her
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| And her and he are love
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| Child in all these labels
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| 'Cause he is she is her
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| And her and he are love
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| And I have never felt the difference
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| 'Cause he is she is her
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| And her and he are love
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| Child in all these labels |