| Here they come, looking sugar oh so sweet, they talk so street
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| You can almost hear them saying underneath:
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| Don’t cry, stay real, look sweet yeah!
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| Baby baby, there’s beauty in the way you grit your teeth
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| Think you’re neat, but you’re looking like a stiff to me
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| Don’t cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
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| Don’t cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
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| Am I the only one to no longer wish that every day was Saturday?
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| Am I the only one who goes round thinking:
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| It ain’t me (stay real, look sweet) It ain’t me
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| It ain’t me (stay real, look sweet) It ain’t me
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| You and me shaking sugar under sheets we bought last week
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| You and me share a language that our souls can speak
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| Don’t cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
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| Don’t cry, stay real, look sweet yeah
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| Am I the only one to no longer wish that every day was Saturday?
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| Am I the only one who goes round thinking:
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| It ain’t me (stay real, look sweet) It ain’t me
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| It ain’t me (stay real, look sweet) It ain’t me
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| (Ah, sweet)
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| Shuffling through the alley with your cufflinks all a-dangling
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| And your funny eyes attached to the sun (x3)
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| Shuffling through the alley
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| (stay real, look sweet)
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| Oh rocky dandy
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| People say you’ve got no handy
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| And your handkerchief is much too rare
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| (stay real, look sweet)
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| My poor understanding
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| (stay real, look sweet)
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| Oh you’re so avant-garde
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| (stay real, look sweet)
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| You’re making me hard
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| Our state
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| (but you’re looking like a stiff to me, yeah)
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| (stay real, look sweet)
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| (but you’re looking like a stiff to me, yeah)
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| (stay real, look sweet)
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| (but you’re looking like a stiff to me, yeah) |