| Oh, let go, hit the tambourine
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| I’m going of, let myself drop
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| And swing my hips, I’m free
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| But oh, lately, everything I do
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| Is just another seedy trick, to get closer to you
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| But, tell me now, my man
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| Do you never, never feel alone?
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| Give me all you can and do not
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| Act like you don’t know, ow, ow
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| I got in my head
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| I am receptive to your love, uhu
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| But you’re not giving me enough
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| I got in my head
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| I am receptive to your love, uhu
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| But you’re not giving me enough
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| Oh, let go, cruising down the street
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| The air soft, I’m floating in a cloud of DMT
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| And oh, ain’t no other kind of thrill
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| Wherever I might go, I know I’m driving up that hill
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| But, tell me now, my man
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| Do you never, never feel alone?
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| Give me all you can and do not
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| Act like you don’t know
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| I got in my head (my head)
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| I am receptive to your love, uhu
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| But you’re not giving me enough
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| I got in my head (my head)
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| I am receptive to your love, uhu
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| But you’re not giving me enough
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| Oh, slow down, down town
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| I’m not that sweet a mama
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| Oh, got to let go
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| All my girls so wicked
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| Oh, slow down, down town
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| I’m not that sweet a mama
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| Oh, got to let go
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| All my girls so wicked
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| Oh, slow down, down town
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| I’m not that sweet a mama
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| Oh, got to let go
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| All my girls so wicked |