| You wanna chill in my Lamborghini,
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| You wanna look but you don’t wanna see
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| So what you think of that look in my eyes?
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| You think it’s for you?
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| You think you read minds?
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| You better watch where you’re putting those hands,
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| You better stop if you’re making more plans
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| 'Coz everything you do makes you look like a fool
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| You’re looking for some dirt,
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| I’m lifting up my skirt
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| I’m searching for a light under me in my purse
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| You always think the worst,
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| I just wanna flirt
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| You found me on my knees,
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| Next thing you’re saying «tease»
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| I’m trying to find my phone and my keys, not your sleaze
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| My spell is like a curse,
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| I just wanna flirt
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| I gotta know, don’t you really understand
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| One syllable words old man?
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| You got a problem with my space?
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| Get your look out of my face
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| 'Coz I’ve had it with your lies
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| You’re pretty damn close to being unfine
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| 'Cuz everything you do makes you look like a fool
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| I’m just so lucky to be walking on a wire,
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| I’m up so high that I can barely feel your fire
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| You can’t touch me, no,
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| That’s just a dream! |