| Na na na na Narida
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| Na na na na Narida
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| Sweet Narida backstreeta, no one can beat her at her own game
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| Joe Minnesota owed her, didn’t pay, ended up on a different plane
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| So don’t mess around with sweet Narida
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| 'cos you know no one’s gonna beat her
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| Narida
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| Sweet Narida backstreeta, queen of the avenue girls
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| Climbed the ladder of success doing
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| What she knew best Have you seen her
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| Walking down the street in her hoochie-koochie sway
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| All heads turn, eyes seeing, can’t believe it
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| Knowing what the guys would like to say
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| But no chance
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| Narida
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| Na na na na Narida
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| Na na na na Narida
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| Hard-headed woman, business-minded, very strong
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| Self-administrator, didn’t take her very long
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| And I can’t blame her turning out the way she did
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| I can’t blame her turning out the way she did
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| Narida
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| Sweet Narida backstreeta is just gonna carry on
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| Listening to the whys and wherefores, shepherdess to her flock
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| So don’t mess around with sweet Narida
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| 'cos you know no one can beat her
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| Narida
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| Na na na na Narida
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| Na na na na Narida |