| Let me tell you a little story
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| Of how I got my attitude
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| When I moved to Manhattan
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| I hadn’t even finished school
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| I was working so hard
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| Just to pay those bills and stay there
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| I have my own chamber
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| No one even merely cared
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| Time goes running out
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| I had to make a move
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| So I picked up the bass guitar
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| And I played it cool, I played it cool
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| Then a couple of years later
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| I’m living in Paris banks
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| Hanging out with DJs
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| Following the latest bands
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| I was working so hard
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| Just to figure out the close in the hand
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| Tried so hard not to show it I walked with my nose in the air
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| The French didn’t want me around
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| They didn’t like my groove
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| So I my packed up my bass guitar
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| I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood
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| I had one last chance
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| It was all there waiting for me Honey, so sunny, Hollywood
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| Let me tell you little secret
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| I’ll tell you a little secret now
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| Let me tell you little secret
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| I’ll tell you little story now
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| Time was running out
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| I had to make a move
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| So I picked up my bass guitar
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| And I played it cool
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| The French didn’t want me around
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| They didn’t like my groove
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| So I my packed up my bass guitar
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| I moved to Hollywood, I moved to Hollywood
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| So let me tell you little secret
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| I’ll tell you little stupid thing
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| And let me tell you a little secret
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| I’ll tell you little stupid thing |