| My baby, don’t talk nasty about her
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| You ain’t even got no class
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| I’m gonna kick your ass
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| My baby, treats me like a maharajah
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| Deceiving nothingness
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| My baby brings me happiness
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| Rushing on each sensation
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| In all the gods' creations
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| With the hysteria of the condemned
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| My baby, don’t you even talk about her
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| My baby’s a brazillion times better than you
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| Ah, better than you
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| My baby, got mystical frenzy
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| Tempered by an irony
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| Verging on blasphemy
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| I’m goin' to see my baby
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| Find how she gettin' along
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| In the twilight of destiny’s last days
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| My baby, she says my music’s better
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| It’s much better than it sounds
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| It’s better than you
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| It’s better than
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| My baby, don’t you even talk about her
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| My baby brings me happiness
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| Deceiving nothingness, better than you
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| Ah, better than you
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| She’s better than you
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| Ah, better than you
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| Don’t talk nasty 'bout my baby
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| Ah, 'cause she’s better than you
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| Ah, quit talking nasty
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| Ah, 'cause she’s better than you |