| I’m in my prime, but most the time
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| I kick your heels while I’m standing in line
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| Help me please, I want you on your knees
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| I drop so hard, I shake the leaves in the trees
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| I’ve got a voice too powerful to stop
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| I’m gonna have to fuck my way to the top
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| Lord, I must bust open the crust
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| And keep your body moving with the flesh and the lust
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| And if you like what I’ve got
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| Getcha just enough
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| I guess I’ve got to, got to, got, got!
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| La la la…
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| I sing along when I drink in the afternoon
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| La la la…
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| I get it good when I spend all my time with you
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| La la la…
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| I want a lipstick lover, rolling undercover
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| Sipping lemonade and keeping me clean
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| Yeah, I’m alright, it’s just a little fight
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| A little scratch, a gash that doesn’t even bleed
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| I stomp my bounce beats on sun drenched valley streets
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| I’ve got you pulling up the pavement with the soles of your feet
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| I’m a live wire, five star apathetic fool
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| I’ve got my money on my mind 'cause that’s the rule
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| La la la…
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| I sing along when I drink in the afternoon
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| La la la…
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| I get it good when I spend all my time with you |
| La la la…
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| I sing along when I drink in the afternoon
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| La la la… |