| i’m a whole lotta big little girl
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| and i know what men like
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| look out boys ‘cause here comes anna
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| with her skirt hiked up high
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| when you hold me tight
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| and look into my eyes
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| i can sucker you into believing
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| all of my lies
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| that’s who i am
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| one thousand percent illusion
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| that’s who i am
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| gotcha floatin' on a cloud
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| that’s who i am
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| cookie-cut for your lovin' reunion
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| i want to make damn sure you know
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| what you’re getting yourself into now
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| i can be as nice as pie
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| whenever i need to
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| put my hand in your front pockets
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| and tighten up your screw
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| make you feel like a big man
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| walkin' with your barbie doll
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| put you down when you ain’t around
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| and kick you when you fall
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| that’s who i am
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| one thousand percent illusion
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| that’s who i am
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| gotcha floatin' on a cloud
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| that’s who i am
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| cookie-cut for your lovin' reunion
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| i want to make damn sure you know
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| what you’re getting yourself into now
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| i can laugh at all your jokes
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| particularly when it’s at you
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| had better and i had worse
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| but i guess that you’ll do
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| don’t try to boss me or think i really care
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| ‘cause there’s hundreds of boys waitin', waitin' for me out there
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| that’s who i am
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| one thousand percent illusion
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| that’s who i am
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| gotcha floatin' on a cloud
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| that’s who i am
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| cookie-cut for your lovin' reunion
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| i want to make damn sure you know
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| what you’re getting yourself into now |