| See a black El Dorado
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| Oh, rolling along down below my window
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| That black girl in the back looks pretty good
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| Christ, she’s beautiful!
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| Know how soft she is?
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| Just what you feel like
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| Oh, I’m so far away from her
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| Jesus, this is Iggy
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| Leave…
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| You might as well come with me
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| When you ride the ride
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| There’s talk, but I don’t want to talk
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| Oh mamma, I shot myself down
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| Oh mamma, I shot myself down
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| Oh mamma, I shot myself down
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| Oh mamma, yeah mamma, I tell you, I shot myself down
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| They’re stepping on our hearts
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| Stepping on our hearts
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| I don’t know why
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| They’re stepping on our hearts
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| Stepping on our hearts
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| Damn, I don’t know why
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| They’re stepping on our hearts
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| Stepping on our hearts
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| Stepping on our hearts
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| Stepping on our hearts
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| Stepping on our hearts
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| Can’t you see?
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| Oh no, stepping on our hearts
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| How come the blacks, how come they
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| They copy you so good?
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| They get off on you so… sexually!
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| If you want to make it
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| Young man, you got to make somebody come
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| Come out of your black
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| Come out of your black
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| Black and strong and black
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| Black and strong and black
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| Black! |
| Strong! |
| Black!
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| Jesus, it’s cold in this room, it’s really cold
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| You know, I never, I never told you about this but there’s one guy
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| Somebody I really love, he’s never around
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| Well, he’s taken things that could be alright, that could be nice
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| And he make them so ugly, so damn ugly
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| And we put out the lights on them
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| Yeah, we’d make it dark, we put out the lights on them
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| It’s idiots like you that screw me up
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| I know there’s nothing to you
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| And I don’t know why I treat you so kind
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| Come down and dance with me, dance with me
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| You got nobody left but me
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| Oh accept me, don’t reject me, don’t forget me
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| Mamma, what color will the lights be?
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| Will they turn blue on me?
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| Mamma, what color will the lights be?
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| Will they turn blue on me?
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| Mamma, I shot myself up
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| Whoa mamma, I shot myself up
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| Mamma, I shot myself up up up up up
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| Mamma, I shot myself up, down, up, down
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| Mamma, up up up up up
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| Mamma, I didn’t know what I was doing
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| And I didn’t mean to but I did it, I shot myself up
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| Ma- ma- I- shot- my- self- |