| Walkin' through the ghetto on a Sunday afternoon
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| Now I was graced by beauty
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| Caught it shinin' off the moon
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| But I saw her and she saw me
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| Then we got together respectively
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| No, she was talking about love love love
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| Talk about, now I’m talkin' 'bout love
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| Now boppin' to the left of me and boppin' to the right
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| I bopped that mama so damn good
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| I knocked the nasty out of sight
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| I said, «Hey, little girl, who do you dig?»
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| Said, «Any kinda lover wants to pay for my crib.»
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| No, she was talkin' 'bout love love love
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| Talk about, just talkin' 'bout love
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| My my my, to taste is to die
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie
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| Oh let me tell you another thing or two
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie
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| Dig
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| Now April was the season and it also was her name
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| I had that girl so deep in check that I soon forgot her name
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| Could it be June or could it be May?
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| Does it really make a difference when she walks that way?
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| Just talkin' 'bout love, love, love
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| I’m talkin' 'bout, just talkin' 'bout love
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| My my my, to taste is to die,
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie |
| Oh let me tell you another thing or two
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie
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| Here we go
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| Gonna take a piece right out of the sky
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| Well now April was the season and it also was her name
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| Had the girl so deep in check that I soon forgot her name
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| Could it be June or could it be May?
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| Does it really make a difference when she walks that way?
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| Oh, honey, I’m talkin' 'bout love
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| I’m talkin' 'bout, I’m talkin' 'bout love
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| My my my, to taste is to die
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie
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| Oh let me tell you another thing or two
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie
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| Speed it up
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| Oh let me tell you another thing or two
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie
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| Oh let me tell you another thing or two
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| You’re gonna taste like apple pie |