| Do what you want
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| Say what you’ll say
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| God is in a woman’s shape
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| She will steal your body
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| Electrocute your friends
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| This is just somebody’s fault, right?
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| Oh now, open your head
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| Let out all the sex, come clean
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| Oh how, you’re up in my head
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| She’s the dirtiest queen
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| I went to see a psychic to specialize the floor
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| I wish that she had told me more
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| If it’s filthier, then write it
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| Purify, then bag it
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| This is what your money’s for, right?
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| Oh now, open your head
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| Let out all the sex, come clean
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| Oh how, you’re up in my head
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| She’s the dirtiest queen
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| Oh now, open your head
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| Let out all the sex, come clean
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| Oh how, you’re up in my head
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| She’s the dirtiest
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| Oh now, open your head
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| Let out all the sex, come clean
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| Oh how, you’re up in my head
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| She’s the dirtiest queen, oh
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| Whose got the world
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| Got the fine grand blood on their hands
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| Whose got the face
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| In the cookie jar begging for change
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| Who, hold the rope, lock the door, kick the chair while I stand |