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Always thought |
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I had a little sexy way |
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Of picking women up, fellas |
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But she was kinda different, guess you'd say risky |
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And that's what caught my attention |
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These sights on prying eyes, strong mind |
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She came onto me |
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How was I to know that she was only fifteen? |
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Cute smile, style and grace, sure looked right to me |
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Now I fell a victim of a 261.5 |
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Hanging out in |
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B-Town, thought |
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I'd chill out |
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And find myself a legal judger |
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I'm in a position, must get worked out |
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Now I fell a victim of a 261.5 |
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She's right man, my 261.5 |
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You got to meet her |
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I was still not [?] |
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She told me age was only a number |
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You should have seen how this lady got her kicks |
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You never would have thought she was 21 minus 6 |
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Bright eyes, strong mind, she came onto me |
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How was I to know that she was only fifteen? |
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Cute smile, style and grace, sure looked right to me |
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Now I fell a victim of 261.5 |
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Hanging out in |
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Westwood, thought we'd be good |
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Find myself a legal judger |
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Now I'm in a position, must get worked out |
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I gotta find myself a lawyer now |
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Hanging out in |
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Judge Town, [?] |
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Find myself a legal [?] |
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I'm in a position, must get worked out |
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Now I fell a victim of a 261.5 |
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People, let me tell you about my best friend |
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She's the one that tells turns me on, my 261.5 |
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People, let me tell you about my best friend |
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You gotta meet, you gotta meet my 261.5 |
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People, let me tell you about my best friend |
