| I can tell by way you walk,
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| You give it all away
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| By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do
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| You got long legs, a black girl sway,
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| The way you shake your booty
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| Gives your schoolgirl game away, yes it does
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| You’re just a sweet talker, bad daughter,
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| An' you’ve just begun
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| The bitch is in heat,
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| So you better run
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| I know you know
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| You got what it takes,
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| You got the fever,
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| But, you give me the shakes, yes you do
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| Straight out of Lolita
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| With nothing to lose,
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| When I got your number
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| My juke box blew a fuse, yes it did
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| You’re just sweet talker, bad daughter,
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| An' you’ve just begun
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| The bitch is in heat,
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| So you better run, you better run,
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| So you better run, you better run
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| Or you better hide
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| Sweet talker, bad daughter,
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| You’ve just begun
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| The bitch is in heat
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| So you better run, you better run,
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| You better run, you better run,
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| Or you better hide
|
| I can tell by way you walk,
|
| You give it all away
|
| By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do
|
| You got long legs, a black girl sway,
|
| The way you shake your booty
|
| Gives your schoolgirl game away, yes it does
|
| You’re just a sweet talker, bad daughter,
|
| An' you’ve just begun
|
| Sweet talker, bad daughter,
|
| An' you’ve just begun
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| The bitch is in heat,
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| So you better run |