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Hey baby, the deal ain't real |
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I ain't going for that hype |
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Cause you ain't the type |
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Cut out all that trash |
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Go out and gt yourself some cash |
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I ain't falling for that mush, so hush |
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It's no sale, it is no sale |
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All that talk that you've been spewin' |
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No so, cause I no do |
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Better be on your way |
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I don't got no time to play |
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No sale, it is no sale |
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If you must hug me, please don't bug me |
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No dice and at no price |
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It's no deal, schlimeel |
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Might as well change the reel |
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Sit there thinkin' the ideal groove |
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Everyone should have somebody |
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But I remember what I went through |
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When my ever-loving baby flew the coop |
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So, it's no sale, it is no sale |
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Love is just for squares and phonies |
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No go, cause I'm no schmo |
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All of you cats can toot |
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While I make all the loot |
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While sittin' here thinkin' of the ideal groove |
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Everyon should have somebody |
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But I still remember what I went through |
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When my baby flew the coop |
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So it's no sale, it is no sale |
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Love is just for squares and phonies |
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No go, cause I'm no schmo |
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All of you cats can toot |
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While I make all the loot |
