| stickin late out night in the evening
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| but it was like the sun was still beaming
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| when i saw the 7−4-5 gotta get inside
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| thats wat im thinkin
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| nothing but a wire in my jacket
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| tried to get up the courage to do it
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| all it takes is a splitsecond to pursuit and get into it
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| move ahead with misson, hotwire the igniton
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| trying to be quick with the proceedure
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| look around in my suspitions
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| get the guts cuz i make my mind feel like its what i deserve
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| in the car on and empty street as i tell myself dont be scurred
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| a poor little boy buts its like when i see through this mans eye’s
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| i feel as good as i ever felt up in this rich mans ride
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| so i just start it up quickly to make it harder to come get me
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| even thought i’ve done this before
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| its like i took a part of him with me
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| but he ain’t lossin no sleep and im steady cruzin and creepin'
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| breakin no rules and no weaving
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| while i get away smooth belly breathing
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| slowly i get outta sight when i take another player for a lil ride
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| lets go to the car to pick up speeders
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| I drive away through the night, through the night
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| Chorus:(Sting)
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| Please take me dancing tonight
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| I’ve been all on my own
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| You promise one day we could
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| it’s what you said on the phone
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| I’m just a prisoner of love
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| Always head from the light
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| Take me Dancing
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| Please take me dancing tonight
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| Verse 2:(Twista)
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| First I invison myself as Twista rollin' slick through the hood
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| Saw me hurting at first but now I sit on leather and wood
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| Steady waving at the shortays cuz i know im lookin cool
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| Gettin visions about the life of the man who’s car I stole
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| When im on the streets like fire as a speedy tire i like it
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| As i invision myself in this likeness like im a psychic
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| now i see things hes doing wondering if hes living his life
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| hes a company man who’s out at night with two kids and a wife
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| his complications with the new marriage leaving her embarassed
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| like his trust ain’t no longer cherished with well then how’s the love get
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| damaged
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| like telling her he’s living his life alone in his room
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| when in the car you could smell the trace of another womans perfume, perfume
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| Chorus:(Sting)
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| Please take me dancing tonight
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| I’ve been all on my own
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| You promise one day we could
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| it’s what you said on the phone
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| I’m just a prisoner of love
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| Always head from the light
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| Take me Dancing
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| Please take me dancing tonight
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| Interlude:2X
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| when he could call ha
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| thought he was about la
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| and a bitch i call la
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| soon as he saw her
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| Verse 3:(Twista)
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| But when he get home will he be able to cover up all of his eyes
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| as the voice of his lonely mistress started ringing in ma eyes
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| Chorus: 2X (Sting)
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| Please take me dancing tonight
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| I’ve been all on my own
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| You promise one day we could
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| it’s what you said on the phone
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| I’m just a prisoner of love
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| Always head from the light
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| Take me Dancing
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| Please take me dancing tonight |