| In my head your smile appears clear
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| Wish it wasn’t my imagination
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| But in a way was a dream
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| Your eyes they tell it all, called it
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| Hope you got a good heart,
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| And you’re smart
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| You got a good head on your shoulders
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| That’s what turns a nigga on, strong
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| Feelings that I have you’ll probably never
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| Find out ever
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| I’ll admire from afar, star
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| Keep doing all the great things you’re doing
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| You got it going on, young lady
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| Jesus Christ, girl!
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| You got it goin' on, young lady
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| How’d you get so fuckin' cool?
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| Fools probably trying to spit at you daily
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| The price you pay cause you’re hot
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| Has anyone told you that you’re fresh as hell
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| And I dig the way you wear your hair too
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| It makes you look more mature
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| See I just wanna be a man, and
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| I think you can be the one to guide me
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| But who the fuck am I kidding?!
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| And you know they say I’m wild
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| But real people rarely come around, if ever
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| You got it going on young lady
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| Jesus Christ, girl!
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| You got it goin' on, young lady
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| You turn a nigga on,
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| These feelings I have you’ll find out never
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| Unless you’re clever
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| I’ll admire from afar, star
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| Keep doing all the good things you’re doing
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| You got it going on, young lady
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| Jesus Christ, girl!
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| You got it goin' on, young lady |