[Intro:]
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I only dress you to undress you babe
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Let me strip you of your labels
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Then I wanna lay you down
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Said I dress you
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To undress you
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[Verse 1:]
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She's so original, no father to her style
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I'mma put in the work and be the father to her smile tho
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So photogenic when she flash them pearly whites
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I do it for the money, man, she do it for the lights (lights, lights, lights)
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Chrome on the heel, Audemars on the wrist
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Yea that's my Audemars but she keep me on time
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Got a 9 can't be late reservation to the Ritz
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I'm in my Louis cape on my Andre Leon grind, that's Vogue, homie
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Straight out the pages of the mag
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She won't remove them heels man she wear 'em tho it hurts
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She tryna see Chanel double CC's on the bag
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I'm tryna see what's under that Herve Leger skirt
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And so I pull it up - she says she's comin' down
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She ridin' shotty in my 72 Ferrari Dino, yea she's my Bonnie
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She got that fashion on her mind
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Pretend it's February, let me be your Valentino
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(I dress you to undress you)
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[Chorus:]
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Cause I only dress you to undress you (take them clothes off)
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Girl, I only dress you to undress you (take them clothes off)
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I just wanna strip all your labels from you (t-t-t-take them clothes off)
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Cause girl, I only dress you to undress you
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[Verse 2:]
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It's time for chapter two - we headed to Milan
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We in that charter plane she got nothin' but panties on
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Another glass of chardonnay, now that should do the trick
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Damn, look at my life such a Helmut Newton flick!
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A picture perfect print, Balenciaga jeans
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Multi-colored bills switch it up from countin' green
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Man, I'm such a fiend - this is psychedelic loot
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I'm countin' 20 stacks in this Pignatelli suit
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My 'Diamond Girl' - she loves the way the precious stones adorn
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And accessorize the fashionable clothes that's worn
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And when she moves she's an aphrodisiac
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And I complete the circle cause I'm everything she lacks
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And when it starts to rain, that's the time I'm goin' in
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I take her zig-zaggin' underneath Missoni throws
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She's soaking wet, I rip the fabric from her skin
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And let it fall - cause after all it's only clothes
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(I dress you to undress you)
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[Chorus]
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[Vamp:]
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And as she applies the red to her lip
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What's she do it for? She do it for the lights (lights, lights, lights...)
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She got that new Hermes bag on her hip
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What's she do it for? She do it for the lights (lights, lights, lights...)
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In that Tom Ford dress as she's dancin'
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What's she do it for? She do it for the lights (lights, lights, lights...)
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What you talkin for? You don't even really stand a chance, man
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What's she do it for? She do it for the lights (lights, lights, lights...)
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[Chorus]
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Dress To Undress You
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| Ryan Leslie |
