| One, two
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| One two three four!
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| I pour the Hen all the time
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| She say she rather do wine
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| I say it’s grapes either way
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| Plus I heard about you through the grapevine, yeah
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| I’m hardly ever alone
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| More lonely than ever before
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| I need a reason to coo
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| Plus I got this Riesling on cool, ice
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| Ydayadayadayadayada
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| (Oh) You know you the only one that got that spick and span
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| That clean me up, I pick you up
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| I pick you, gimme that spitshine
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| Okay, I sprayed the cologne
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| Blew down some trees on the way
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| I heard you got that typhoon
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| Guess we quite alike
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| Keep you up all night
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| She took the ring off her hand
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| I took the ring off my phone
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| Jumped in the ring, round two
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| Knocked my lights out fast
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| 'Fore them headlights flash
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| Uh oh, I gotta dash
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| I, I, I gotta grab a lot of cash
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| Before I mmm my bad you know ol' dude gon' fume
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| I hear the g-g-ga-g-gas
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| Woo, my bad, don’t gag
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| Although it’s cute that you choosin' me over breathin'
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| See you a week from this evening
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| We usually keep it so briefly
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| Reach for my briefs, CPR
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| That mouth to mouth recessitation
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| Make it clap, crowd participation
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| You know the play already like Madea in it
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| Each and every time that we up in it
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| No fatigue, no weakness, only strength
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| Yadayadayadayadayaaa
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| You know you the only one who got that spick and span
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| That clean me up, I pick you up
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| I pick you, gimme that spitshine
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| Later on I disappear, I vamos, scram o scram
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| Out the jam, I’ll hit ya, hit ya, hit ya
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| When I when I need that
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| Spitshine
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| And it could be a hunnit days
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| 'Fore you see me
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| I need that memory
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| Alopecia, toss me the scalp, bae
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| Pledge allegiance, hands on ya chest
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| Right on ya desk, that homework
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| That grown work
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| But lay on my knee
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| I brought you a gift, bae
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| South Pole, I’m Santa Chris lady
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| Ice cold, hope I don’t forget ya name
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| Blame the smoke
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| Blaze like a chimney |