| Hey you know
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| Baby don’t care who’s mad about her,
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| Always got the boys hanging out to get her,
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| Knows just when to smile
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| But she can bite like a crocodile.
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| Don’t want to get heavy, don’t ask me why,
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| Got everything in place from her foot to her eyelash.
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| Just might dance, but not for a while
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| She don’t want nobody cramping her style.
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| Knows it when you think she’s nice,
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| But if you want her to be yours, boy,
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| You got to pay the price.
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| Better get ready for tears and sorrow —
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| She’ll be here today and she’ll be gone tomorrow
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| Waving her pretty hand.
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| She’s got a date with another man.
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| Too busy to stay in one place too long,
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| Got itchy feet, got to be moving on.
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| See you again, out on the tiles,
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| Your broken heart will mend, baby, up in a while.
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| Now you know she’s cold as ice
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| And if you want her to be yours, boy,
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| You got to pay the price. |