| I’m a little bit naughty
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| I’m a little bit to consumed
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| But every part of my body
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| Is telling me to run away from you
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| Come a little bit closer, yeah, yeah
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| Come a little bit closer, yeah
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| You’re a little bit crazy
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| Man-splaining and you never change
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| What’s love got to do with it
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| He comes around, better knock that stuff down
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| Come a little bit closer, yeah, yeah
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| Come a little bit closer, yeah
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| To all my ladies who got a brotha'
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| That doesn’t treat them right
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| Put ya finger right in his face and tell that man bye, bye
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| I’m too fly, I’m too fly
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| Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
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| You’re a little bit selfish
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| Get mad every time you lose
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| You can’t take me with you
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| I’m scared you’re gonna blow your fuse
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| Come a little bit closer, yeah
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| I can really start over, yeah
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| In the my back of my mind
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| There' someone waiting on me
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| Your just wasting my time
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| Because you’re scared of lonely
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| Finally got some closure, yeah
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| I can finally start over, yeah
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| To all my ladies who got a brotha'
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| That doesn’t treat them right
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| Put ya finger right in his face and tell that man bye, bye
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| I’m too fly, I’m too fly
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| Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
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| Here’s to the memories
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| Cheers to what use to be
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| Your friends said that you left me
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| I’m glad that’s what you believe
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| To all my ladies who got a brotha'
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| That doesn’t treat them right
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| Put ya finger right in his face and tell that man bye, bye
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| I’m too fly, I’m too fly
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| Bye bye, bye bye
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| U.G.L.Y. |
| that’s how you spell goodbye
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| U.G.L.Y. |
| you’ll never see me cry
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| U.G.L.Y. |
| that’s how you spell it
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| Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye |