| Who's looking good today?
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| Who's that gigolo on the street
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| With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet?
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| Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
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| And the boys from home, they all came running
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| They were making noise, manhandling toys
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| There's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
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| Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
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| Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
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| Gigolo
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| Huh, sukka?
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| Gigolo
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| Huh, sukka?
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| Gigolo
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| Who's looking good today?
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| Who's looking good in every way?
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| No style rookie
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| You better watch don't mess with me
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
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| We always hang in a buffalo stance
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| We do the dive every time we dance
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| I'll give you love baby not romance
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| I'll make a move nothing left to chance
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| So don't you get fresh with me
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| So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
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| When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
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| But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
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| Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
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| Committed a crime and went inside
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| It was coming your way but you had to survive
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| When you lost your babe, you lost your the race
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| Now you're looking at me to take her place (what the fuck)
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| Who's looking good today?
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| Who's looking good in every way?
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| No style rookie
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| You better watch don't mess with me
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
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| We always hang in a buffalo stance
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| We do the dive every time we dance
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| I'll give you love baby not romance
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| I'll make a move nothing left to chance
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| So don't you get fresh with me
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| Smokin' not tokin'
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| Get funky sax
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| Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
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| Looking good in a buffalo stance
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| Looking good when it comes to the crunch
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| Looking good's a state of mind
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| State of mind don't look behind you
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| State of mind or you'll be dead
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| State of mind may I remind you
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| Bomb the bass, rock this place!
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| Yo, he's a fuck boy
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
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| We always hang in a buffalo stance
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| We do the dive every time we dance
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| I'll give you love baby not romance
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| I'll make a move nothing left to chance
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| So don't you get fresh with me
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| Wind on my face, sound in my ears
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| Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
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| As I sink, diving down deep
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| Deeper into your soul
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| No moneyman can win my love
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| No moneyman |