| Let me tell you about you girl
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| You can’t be sexy with an attitude
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| You wanna know why? |
| Do you wanna know why?
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| Hold up, hey
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| Hear me out, shut up and listen for a minute
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| It’s time to clean all these closets out, starting with
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| Sweet as a rose, but you’re still covered in thorns
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| It’s hurting your image
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| Everyday you chose to live for the moment
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| It sure got you dirty
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| Girl, you a fine ass mess
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| I hate that it’s true
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| Baby, it’s time to get the mud off your dress
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| Way too much been swept up under your rug
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| Na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na
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| There’s certain things that you just can’t do
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| Nobody laying in the bed that you’ve made but you
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| You won’t see the beauty I’ve seen
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| And realize 'til you clean off your mirror
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| Down and dusted, broke and disgusted
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| Baby, don’t trust the smoke and the mirrors
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| I’ll show you what’s clearer
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| You can’t be a fine ass mess
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| I hate that it’s true
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| Baby, it’s time to get the mud off your dress
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| Way too much been swept up under your rug
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| She’s messy and sexy
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| The whole world knows
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| Her beauty don’t impress me cause her attitude is cold
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| Can be classy and trashy, no way to be both
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| Either one or the other, are you confident though?
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| Are you copper or gold?
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| Are you copper or gold?
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| Let me know, tell me why, yeah
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| Girl, you a fine-ass mess
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| I hate that it’s true
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| Baby, it’s time to get the mud off your dress
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| Way too much been swept up under your rug
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| You can’t be a fine-ass mess
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| I hate that it’s true
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| Baby, it’s time to get the mud off your dress
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| Way too much been swept up under your rug |