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I'm up on the 11th floor |
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Watchin' the cruisers below |
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He's down on the street tryin' hard |
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To pull sister flow |
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My heart's in the basement |
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My weekend's at an all time low |
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Cause she's hopin' to score |
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And I can't see her lettin' him go |
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Walk out of her heart |
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Walk out of her mind |
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Walk out of her heart |
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Walk out of her mind [Chorus:] |
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So swishy in her satin and tat |
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In her black coat and flippedy-floppedy hat |
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Oh God, I can do better than that |
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She's a street-walking cheatah |
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Of sweet-talking, night-talking games |
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Well, she's been known in the darkest clubs |
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For lifting her head over the dames |
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If she says she can do it, she can do it |
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She don't make false claims |
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She's a queen, such are queens |
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Since you fuck her she sucks their brains |
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Now she's leading him on |
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She'll lay him on down |
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She's leading him on |
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She'll lay him right down |
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She's leading him on |
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It could've been me (3x) [REPEAT CHORUS] |
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I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall |
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This floor's so cold it don't feel like no bed at all |
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Yeah, I'm up on the 11th floor staring at my hotel wall |
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He's down on the street so |
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I throw both his bags down the hall |
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Leavin' in a cab, 'cause my stomach feels small |
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There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all |
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It should've been me (3x) |
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Why didn't |
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I stay [REPEAT CHORUS] |
