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(Oh yeah) |
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(Ooh) |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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Who do you think you are? |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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You're never gonna get my love |
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Now, because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah) |
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And have a big, fine car, oh yes you do now, |
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Do you think I can afford to give you my love? (oh yeah) |
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You think you're higher than every star above |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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Who do you think you are? |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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You're never gonna get my love |
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Now, I know all the girls I've seen you with |
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I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit |
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You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry |
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When they tried to keep you happy, they just tried to keep you satisfied |
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Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell me |
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Who do you think you are? |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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You're never gonna get my love |
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BREAK |
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I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah) |
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Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you |
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'Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah) |
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Now, I know this is a lesson, Mr. Big Stuff, you haven't learned |
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Mr. Big Stuff, tell me |
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Who do you think you are? |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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You're never gonna get my love |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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You're never gonna break my heart |
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Mr. Big Stuff |
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You're never gonna make me cry |
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(repeat and fade out) |
