| If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
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| If you can’t read from the same page
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| Maybe I’m going deaf,
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| Maybe I’m going blind
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| Maybe I’m out of my mind
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| OK now she was close, tried to domesticate you
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| But you’re an animal, baby, it’s in your nature
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| Just let me liberate you
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| You don’t need no papers
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| That girl is not your maker
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| Good boy
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| You’re a good boy
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| Can’t let it get past me
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| You’re far from plastic
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| Talk about getting blasted
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| Blurred lines
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| But you’re a good boy
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| The way you grab me
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| Must wanna get nasty
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| Go ahead, get at me
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| What do they make dreams for
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| When you got them jeans on
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| What do they need steam for
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| You the hottest thing in this place
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| I feel so lucky
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| You wanna hug me
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| What rhymes with hug me?
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| OK now she was close, tried to domesticate you
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| But you’re an animal, baby it’s in your nature
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| Just let me liberate you
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| You don’t need no papers
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| That girl is not your maker
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| Good boy
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
|
| I know you want it
|
| You’re a good boy
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| Can’t let it get past me
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| You’re far from plastic
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| Talk about getting blasted
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| Blurred lines
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| You’re a good boy
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| The way you grab me
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| Must wanna get nasty
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| Shake the vibe, get down, get up
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| Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
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| What you don’t like work?
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| Hey
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| Baby can you breathe? |
| I got this from Jamaica
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| It always works for me, Dakota to Decatur
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| No more pretending
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| Cause now you winning
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| Here’s our beginning
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| Good boy
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| You’re a good boy
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| Can’t let it get past me
|
| You’re far from plastic
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| Talk about getting blasted
|
| Blurred lines
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| I know you want it
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| You’re a good boy
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| I hate these blurred lines. |