| She say she love me, I tell her don’t slam that door on her way out
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| Baby girl, you look too good for that
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| I know you want them red bottoms, but I don’t gotta like that
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| Baby girl, I gotta go to work, I gotta go to work, I know my worth
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| She say she love me, whatever that means, I need my ring
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| But I ain’t tryna tie the knot, I’m tryna win, baby, I’m tryna win
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| So until then, I’m in the wind, baby, to the end
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| But maybe I’ll come back and if I do, I hope it’s in a drop top
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| 'Cause tears dry quicker when you’re doing 100 on the freeway
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| Look at the dash, baby, we gone (Me, myself, and I)
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| We on the 65, we on the 65
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| Look at the dash, baby, we road running (Me, myself, and I)
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| Know you running, so long, so long, know you running
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| Me, myself, and I
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| Me, myself, and I
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| Me, myself, and I
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| It’s just me |