| I ain’t trying to feel no Yoko Ono
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| Remember how you met me geeked at my show yo
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| Front row flashy Sexy sassy Nasty classy
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| Backstage pass me
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| Stopped and asked me
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| Yo what’s up
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| Wanna cut
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| That’s what’s up
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| Body bumping bangin' blazin'
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| Hair did nails did, looking amazing
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| Back to the hotel for a fling
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| Turned into a weekly thing
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| Now your my girl and wear my ring
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| Your my queen and I’m your King
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| Then you started acting strange
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| Trying to change and rearrange
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| Trippin' when I did my shows
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| Just another Yoko
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| No!
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| When I was younger
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| Somebody told me the story
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| Of a man who left the world’s greatest band for his girlie
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| It happens everyday and not to just musicians
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| It gets doctors and lawyers, athletes and magicians
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| Some will make the same mistake
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| And most of you will never learn
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| Maybe even watch everything you love burn
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| So learn from John Lennon
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| And don’t be such a wussy
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| And give it all away
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| For that Yoko Ono pussy
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| You’re my Yoko Ono
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| My Cher to Sonny Bono
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| Damn girl
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| Have some self respect
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| You know it’s hard to find a band guy
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| That you haven’t slept with
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| You love it when other girls are jealous of you
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| But that drummer that you’re with
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| Was with her last time he came through
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| Now you’re hoping that one day on stage he’ll propose
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| But why would he marry you
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| You slept with everyone he knows
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| You’d like to be my Yoko Ono
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| Never again will I go down that road |