| That painted lady
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| That satin doll
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| That lazy shady walk that makes her look like a moll
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| Dressed up in diamonds
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| She won’t take no less
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| Guess someone must have poured her into that dress
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| Chorus
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| She’s got the lot what she’s got’s all her own
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| She’s got so much that she can leave some at home
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| She won’t come in unless she knows she’s invited
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| Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited
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| That wild aroma
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| Paris perfume
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| It just takes over when she walks in the room
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| Won’t get neglected
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| She don’t get no chance
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| Don’t feel rejected if she refuses to dance
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| Chorus
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| She’s got the lot and what she’s got’s all her own
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| She’s got so much that she can leave some at home
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| She won’t come in unless she knows she’s invited
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| Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited
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| Break
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| That chic cheeky lady
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| She’s gonna get what she picks
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| She can wear you out and she can milk you dry with them tricks
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| That wiley styley lady
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| With sophisticated quips
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| She can eat you up and she can spit you out with them lips
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| Chorus
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| She’s got the lot what she’s got’s all her own
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| She’s got so much that she can leave some at home
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| She won’t come in unless she knows she’s invited
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| Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited |