| You could dance with my baby
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| I’m sure he wouldn’t mind
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| You could rub yourself against him
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| You could pour him drunk with wine
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| But no matter how vulgar
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| No matter how refined
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| He won’t be taken by your slender thighs
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| Or your painted eyes
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| You could sing to my baby
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| I’m sure he’ll even listen
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| To your sweet, tender love songs in an easy, cheesy key
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| But no matter how endearing and cherubic you might be
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| My baby only sings along with me
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| Yeah…
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| So you just vamp all you wanna
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| I’ll make them see who’s your mama
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| ‘Cause he’s no dog for a bony
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| My baby—he's got curvaceous needs
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| And gets his fix with me
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| Mmmm, you might be royal, you might be rich
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| But he’d never turn around to check out any tiny chick
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| And it don’t matter if your legs go on and on and on for days
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| You’ve got nothing on my curvy ways
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| Just vamp all you wanna
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| I’ll make them see who’s your mama
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| ‘Cause he’s no dog for a bony
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| My baby—he's got curvaceous needs
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| And gets his fix with me
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| (Sonsy, sonsy, baby like it sonsy…)
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| You’ve got nothing on me and my curvy ways
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| (You can dance with my baby, dance the night away)
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| You’ve got nothing on me and my curvy ways
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| (You can dance with my baby, dance the night away)
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| You’ve got nothing on me and my curvy ways
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| Just vamp all you wanna
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| I’ll make them see who’s your mama
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| ‘Cause he’s no dog for a bony
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| My baby—he's got curvaceous needs
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| And gets his fix with me, yeah
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| So you just vamp all you wanna
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| My baby got curvaceous needs
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| So you just vamp all you wanna
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| My baby got curvaceous needs
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| So you just vamp all you wanna
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| And gets his fix with me |