| Red light mama looking for a ride
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| There’s fire in your loins but you’re cold inside
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| Quiet to the world that your nights are free
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| At 50 cents a time understandably, it don’t make it
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| Now, I don’t expect you to take my advice
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| But you can make it easy, just review the price
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| 'Cause you’re looking awful pretty and twice as nice to know
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| Let’s get it on, mmm peel it off
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| Now, where’s your cousin Ruby with her jet hot lips?
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| She got life saver boobs and 42″ hips, some kind of monster
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| Those alligator slippers and thigh-high boots
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| She works from East to West and deals in blue-veined flutes, it’s
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| boogity-boogity
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| We know that she’s a hustler and she’s built like a tank
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| Wears hairnets on her armpits and her breath is rank
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| She gotta swelled belly and there’s money in her bank
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| Red light mama, red hot
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| Can’t you see what you’ve got?
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| Red light mama, red hot
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| Don’t you know what you’ve got?
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| Get it off
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| I heard about your sister down in Tennessee
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| In between the sheets she’s making history, and don’t we want her
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| Your mother’s still in Memphis on a cocaine farm
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| There’s no place left to shoot it in that thing she calls an arm
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| There ain’t no backing out when you’re born to lose
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| You take it as you find it and you pay your dues
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| She could’ve made her fortune if she’d stayed and played the blues
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| Red light mama, red hot
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| Can’t you see what you’ve got?
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| Red light mama, red hot
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| Don’t you know what you’ve got? |