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I caught your eye in a New York bar |
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You were looking down at me |
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An angel in black measuring in |
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At just over seven feet |
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Some fellas like their women short |
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Some fellas like 'em round |
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But me I like the kind of girl |
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That makes me stand up to go down! |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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No man will throw her around |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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When we make out I can't reach the ground |
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We took a cab, you got in the back |
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But the front seat had to come out |
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The car shook, the car bounced |
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As you ground me pound for pound |
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But back at your place you took the reins |
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And saddled up, you rode me around |
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And just as I reached the finish line |
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You made me stand up to go down! |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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No man will throw her around |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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When we make out I can't reach the ground |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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I'm going down but I'm upward bound |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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In a crowd she's easily found |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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No man is gonna throw her around |
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Stand up! To go down! |
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When we make out I can't reach the ground |
