| You can be my girl
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| You can let it all, let it go
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| You can lift all lingering doubts
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| You can be all that ever counts
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| It’s the taste, divine living that fit
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| For every cake candle that’s lit
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| My wish, my blow, my gift
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| My prayer, my god, no myth
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| She want a man IN sleeves with no tricks
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| I wanna Gladys TONIGHT with no pips
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| We take a leap of faith towards this
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| Hoping for the blessings that come after bliss
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| You can be my girl
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| You can let it all, let it go
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| You can lift all lingering doubts
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| You can be all that ever counts
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| I’m on tour for some Toussant
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| That scrumptious blue funk
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| Madame you are tragically unreal
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| Or maybe it’s mystic, that other dude missed it
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| Your true religion unbuckled my bible belt
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| The bridal shower felt like reign supreme
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| Shoot, she got me hook, my name’s Kareem
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| Just ball courts, divorce court is no option
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| Our chemistry is but a strange concoction
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| You can be my girl
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| You can let-t-t-t-t-t
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| You can lift all lingering doubts
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| You can be all-l-l-l-l |