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Hey there, you know, |
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I don't see a dog like you |
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You hang around in the cold blackness |
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And watch it all, guess you just love the ladies |
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Why don't you walk your ass on up |
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Say hey girl, you dance pretty good |
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For a almost white girl, and um, um |
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Your lips they sure do match my wallet |
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Hey, oh I get so tired but you know |
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Somebody gotta keep the shotguns |
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Off the dance floor |
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Say, why don't you finish that now girl? |
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And we can stroll out into the midnight air |
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And skin up a fat one |
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Yeah, you gonna dig on this, yip |
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A nice big fat one, yeah, fat one |
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Makes you a little bit insecure |
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See, that's good for a dog like you |
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Chills out your ego |
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I mean, what you gonna do boy? |
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Which tells you you gotta turn the heat up |
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You gonna say why don't we go back |
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To my place, so we can talk |
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About Dostoevsky |
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Huh, hey, where'd she go? |
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The girl is gone now, where'd she go now? |
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You're alone now |
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Oh, this ain't like college town |
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No, welcome to the third world |
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The boys like the girls |
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And the girls like the money |
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You gotta spread it around |
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You see, the girls like the boys |
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And the boys like the honey |
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After bee, after bee, after bee(Or after me, after me, after me) |
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The boys like the girls |
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And the girls like the money |
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Spread it around, uh oh' |
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Cause you like the honey, ooh |
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Oh yeah, the honey |
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Keeps the bears all stuck |
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In their chairs 'til it's too late |
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And it's way too late |
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Yip, it's all way too late, oh |
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Yip, see the crowd gets a little bit thin |
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And a little bit crazy |
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You see, just like that, that's right |
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I would |
