| You say all these baggers are just sleight of the hand
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| I can blow them once they’d scatter like sand
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| And you treat me like some young Italian
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| Kissing napes of necks while I steal medallions
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| Crash my moped into your fence
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| And leave all your lawn to crawl in your vents
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| Just to watch you sit there watchin some TV
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| I’m a real charmer for sex acts
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| I can have it here in this vent
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| I’ll be your ex-lover
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| Your sister, your brother to torrment
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| You got me so easy
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| You got me so hard
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| Your life is like museums
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| My life you’re just art
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| Oh baby come caress me
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| So I won’t turn blind
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| Now I’d sell you for some dumb luck
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| And a dime-filled jar
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| And when all my words fall by your feet
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| And you laugh at me while I dream in streets
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| Would you still take two just to local color
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| But your purse won’t hold your outfit together
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| Now you’re bound to take the love that I found
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| And you peck at roots dug up from the ground
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| And I sit here freezin'
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| Feelin' up nothing
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| We can get drunk at the movies
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| We can get drunk in my room
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| I’ll be your ex-lover
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| Your sister, the brother you’ll bring doom
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| You got me so easy
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| You got me so hard
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| Your love is like surgery
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| My love is like scars
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| Oh baby on the Red Sea
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| We took him by fire
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| Now I’d sell you for a raincoat
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| Before a fight
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| They’ll knock you out now don’t you let them
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| Reaching your mouth taking your tears
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| Now carpetbaggers don’t you let them
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| We love this life spent in tender youth |