| Sign the contract treaty
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| They won’t know what to think about us sweetie
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| Put those bright lights in a jar of our very own
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| On the streets with a little love
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| Walk the walk with a little
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| Red dove, blue cape
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| Save our city
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| Fill our bags up with booty
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| They won’t know what to think about us cutie
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| We’ll be the heroes of the sidewalks in our town
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| You’re my idea of a lady
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| Hold on to my bootstraps baby
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| And drag me around by your ponytail
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| You wear that dress just a like a new glove
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| I can tell in your eyes it’s like a true love
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| Light the candle in the streetlight, let me run
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| We buy the mallrats money
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| They won’t know what to think about us honey
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| They live a rougher life than we
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| They’re on their own
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| You’re my idea of a lady
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| Hold on to my bootstraps baby
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| And drag me around by your ponytail
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| Fill our bags up with booty
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| They won’t know what to think about us cutie
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| We’ll be the heroes of the sidewalks in our town
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| You’re my idea of a lady
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| Hold on to my bootstraps baby
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| And drag me around by your ponytail
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| You’re my idea of a lady
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| Hold on to my bootstraps baby
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| And drag me around by your ponytail
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| We’re on a roll tonight
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| So drag me around by your ponytail
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| We’re on a roll tonight
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| Drag me around by your ponytail |