| You walk in with a crooked smile
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| Yeah your hair’s a little out of style
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| But ooh, you got that thang
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| You’re in and out of relationships
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| Your nail polish is always chipped
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| But ooh, you got that thang
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| The way you drink, the way you trip
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| The way you bite your bottom lip
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| Oh baby
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| The way you slip, the way you slide
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| The way you walk, the way you drive
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| Me crazy
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| You twirl around in your thrift store dress
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| You go to church but you don’t confess
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| Ohh, you got that thang
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| You’re in my head like an 80s song
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| And I just can’t help but sing along
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| The way you tell me that I ain’t your type
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| And then you text me around midnight
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| Ooh, you got that thang
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| The way you drink, the way you trip
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| The way you bite your bottom lip
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| Oh baby
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| The way you slip, the way you slide
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| The way you walk, the way you drive
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| Me crazy
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| Like a flower landin' on a bee
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| One day you’re gonna fall for me Ooh, you got that thang
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| You’re in my head like an 80s song
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| And I just can’t help but sing along
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| You walk in with a crooked smile
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| Yeah your hair’s a little out of style
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| But ooh, you got that thang
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| Ooh you got that thang |