| Hey baby, the deal ain’t real
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| I ain’t going for that hype
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| Cause you ain’t the type
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| Cut out all that trash
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| Go out and gt yourself some cash
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| I ain’t falling for that mush, so hush
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| It’s no sale, it is no sale
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| All that talk that you’ve been spewin'
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| No so, cause I no do
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| Better be on your way
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| I don’t got no time to play
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| No sale, it is no sale
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| If you must hug me, please don’t bug me
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| No dice and at no price
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| It’s no deal, schlimeel
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| Might as well change the reel
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| Sit there thinkin' the ideal groove
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| Everyone should have somebody
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| But I remember what I went through
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| When my ever-loving baby flew the coop
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| So, it’s no sale, it is no sale
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| Love is just for squares and phonies
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| No go, cause I’m no schmo
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| All of you cats can toot
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| While I make all the loot
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| While sittin' here thinkin' of the ideal groove
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| Everyon should have somebody
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| But I still remember what I went through
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| When my baby flew the coop
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| So it’s no sale, it is no sale
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| Love is just for squares and phonies
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| No go, cause I’m no schmo
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| All of you cats can toot
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| While I make all the loot |