Give us what you got

Girl you got a lot

Seems you got an itch that's scratching

Lay it like it plays

Play it like it lays

All your Easter eggs are hatching

In your Cadillac

Reaching for your jack

There's nothing we can tell you

Just a little queen

Dirty mouth and mean

There's nothing we can sell you o



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You're an original, baby Like we've never seen before

You're an original, baby

Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more o Deadly in the sack

Grooving to The Clash

On some kind of wasted weekend

Pretty little girl

Expensive little world

Curiosity is peeking

Here today and gone by morning

Your ice cream cone is melting fast

Maybe Monday, maybe someday

Your lucky star won't fly on past



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Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more

Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more

Turn around and you're looking at a hundred more

Caught you in a pose

That everybody knows

We thought you had something special



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