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Mini-skirt Minnie, Lord have mercy |
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You're the baddest thing around |
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Mini-skirt Minnie, huh |
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What you're puttin' down, look-a-here |
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Now when you walk that walk, yeah baby |
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You know you look so fine |
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When you talk that talk, oh child |
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You know you just drive men out of their minds |
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You got me slippin' 'round, chippin' 'round |
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Sneakin' 'round, peeepin' 'round |
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Oh baby, ow, for the taste of your love |
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Mini-skirt Minnie, yeah |
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You know you really come on strong, yeah |
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You got a hold on me chasin' after you, baby |
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You've got the women cryin' and carryin' on, oh yeah |
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You know you wear your dresses so high |
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You stop the traffic when you walk by |
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And the way you twist and carry on, you know what? |
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You're gonna break up a lot of happy homes |
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You got me slippin' 'round, chippin' 'round |
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Sneakin' 'round, peeepin' 'round |
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Oh baby, ow, the taste of your love |
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Mini-skirt Minnie, yeah |
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You know you gotta pull your mini-skirt down, yeah |
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Mini-skirt Minnie, yeah, yeah |
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I dig what you're puttin' down, gone with your fancy |
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A taste of your love, that's all I want |
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Just a taste of your love, I've got to have it |
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Taste of your love, child |
