| My baby is a freak like me and she knows just what I like
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| She carries all the keys to the places that no one dares to find
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| She won’t tell nobody what goes on in these walls
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| If they talked, they’d probably tell you all about love
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| My queen got machine gun hips, better duck once they go off
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| Takes aim, no intentions to miss, oh-my, so help us all
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| And it’s close to a flight in the midst of neon lights
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| And my neighbors, they greet me with bags under their eyes
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| And they know why
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| My baby is a freak like me and she knows just what I like
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| She carries all the keys to the places that no one dares to find
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| She won’t tell nobody what goes on in these walls
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| If they talked, they’d probably tell you all about love
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| Oh, concubine, what are you made of?
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| No resource on this earth is that soft
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| I swear by God you are an angel
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| Ironic how you help me raise hell
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| I let it go, surrender control
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| As she takes me for a ride
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| Hands in the air, we offer our souls
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| It’s easy when she’s on my mind |