| She’s the kind of lady that always calls the shots
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| She makes you well aware of all the things that you ain’t got
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| Super-fiscal beauty knowing she’s all that
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| She wears out your Mastercard and wears on all your hats
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| Just like a vision in the dead of night
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| That you can grope but never hold
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| She’ll flash you glimpses of her inner light
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| You’ll never see into her soul
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| You think you’re in control, but I know she’ll never yield
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| Acts like the home team girl
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| Doing each position when she plays the field
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| You ain’t getting on first base, but you’re working on stealing home
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| She’s got you in the hot box
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| From on deck, to in the hole
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| Just like a vision in the dead of night
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| That you can grope but never hold
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| She’ll flash you glimpses of her inner light
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| You’ll never see into her soul
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll flash you glimpses of her inner light
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| You’ll never see into her soul
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power (Nah, she gon' keep it for herself)
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| She’ll never give you that power (She wants it, she gets it)
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| She’ll never give you that power
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| She’ll never give you that power |