It must really, really piss you off
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To see the way that I walk and I talk
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And how your girl's eyes stray from you when I stroll through the room
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And I know it really makes you sad
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You know that girl with you man, I already had
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And that trick that she does with her tongue, oh yeah, I taught her that one
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I mean Goddamn
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It must really, really drive you crazy
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To hear your girl callin' me baby
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But don't you worry I don't feel the same
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And to tell you the truth, man, I don't even know her name
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And I know it's really hard to swallow
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When it comes to me, your girl's known to follow
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And I really hate to speak so bluntly, but man, your girl she just chose me
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Oh, oh, oh, I hate to be the one that let's you know
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That your girl's everywhere I go and front row at every show
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Oh, oh, oh, and I hate to say that I told you so
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But I am, I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
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Oh, oh, oh, I hate to be the one that let's you know
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As soon I walked out the door, I heard your girl she was screamin' for more
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Oh, oh, oh and I hate to say that I told you so
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'Cause I am, I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
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I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
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I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
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Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
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Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
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Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
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Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
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Deville
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| Fight Paris |
