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Living loving [Incomprehensible] me |
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But some people had got me around |
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They were thinking |
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That ain't the way my life should be |
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Red lips, hot shit |
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I like the way she moves her hips |
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Hot head, what are you doing with me? |
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Hot head, you gotta leave me be |
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Well, times are changing |
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But that don't mean a thing to me |
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Well, love is a strange thing |
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You can't be so blind that you can't see |
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All I really needed was a chance |
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And a plan today |
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You got the keys to my house and my heart |
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But you ain't got the keys to my Chevrolet |
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Stick shift those hips |
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I like the way she licks her lips |
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Hot head, what are you doing with me? |
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Hot head, you gotta leave me be |
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She can't help it |
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She's terribly wealthy |
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She's living on Beverly Hills |
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She's got the fancy car |
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With the [Incomprehensible] |
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Then she's got looks to kill |
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Hot head, what are you doing with me |
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You gotta cool it down girl |
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You gotta leave me be |
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Hot head, what are you doing with me |
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You gotta cool it down girl |
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You gotta leave me be |
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Hot head, hot head, hot head |
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Hot head, hot head, hot head |
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Hot head, hot head, hot head |
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Hot head, hot head, hot head |
