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Home grown |
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Back to the rhythm and back to the beat of the radio |
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You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role |
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You can't play with me |
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And all the bros |
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Try for the girls and try for tearing this tight clothes |
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She got a hiding all he has is his asshole |
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She'll be bothering me |
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And her hair do |
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He knows the lipstick kisses, oh, yeah that's the right move |
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Make me feel like I'm the one who moves you |
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The only one you see |
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Now take me down |
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Don't you let those tears quench the thirsty ground |
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Don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound |
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Make a sound on me here |
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All of London sing |
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'Cause England swings the extra love the tales I bring |
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You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the king |
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The king they want to see |
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Home grown |
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So rock to the rhythm and bop to the beat of the radio |
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You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role |
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You can't play with me here |
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And her hair do |
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He knows the lipstick kisses, oh, yeah that's the right move |
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Make me feel like I'm the one who's moving you |
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The only one you see |
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All of London sing |
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'Cause England swings the extra love the tales I bring |
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You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the king |
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The king they want to see |
