| You got your fax fur on, you’re walking out the door
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| You said you won’t be 'round to see me no more
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| You’ll be preaching that you put the hurt on me
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| But on the real side, woman, we shall see
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| Talk your trash, mama, it’s alright with me
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| I got my game uptight and you should have known it from in front
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| I’m on top of the situation, so KNOCK YOURSELF OUT
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| You’ve been places, girl, where you just don’t belong
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| I’ve been there, too, I’m not sayin that it’s wrong
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| You tell your friends that you got away clean
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| But on the real side, woman, you were just a rhythm machine
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| I got the urge early last week
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| To call you up just to hear you speak
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| But I didn’t want to waste your time
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| 'Cause on the real side, woman, you ain’t worth a dime |