Wanna get married?
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I never met a girl like you before
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As I closed the Cadillac door
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I said hi
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She said hello, you¡¯re a handsome fellow
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I said you¡¯re a pretty brown yellow
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She start to laugh
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She said im trying to catch a cab
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Its crowded downtown and I got way too many bags
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Her perfume had the whole block bumpin
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Lady can I call you or somethin?
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You¡¯re fine, no frontin
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She said she was mendin a broken heart
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Her last man had it, he ripped it apart
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She had a mind like a scientist
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Break it down the god the moon the earth the sun the guns
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She said you can call me tonight, it¡¯s cool
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I just have to work a little bit, no school
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Man holla back
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I watched her walk to the cab
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She rolled down the window, blew a kiss then laughed
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I gave a wave, thinking I wont see her for days
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Three hours later yo, my celly phone rang
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Now, watchu doing?
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Man watchu doin, girl i¡¯m thinking bout you
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Girl I¡¯m thinking bout you
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Now what we gone do?
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She said she¡¯s always busy, she¡¯s rarely home
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And the last few days she¡¯s been so alone
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I said yo we in the same boat
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If we were singers on stage we¡¯d be probably hittin the same note
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She had a voice like an angel
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And with a touch of game that¡¯ll make some cats never say no
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I said we should sit and eat
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Because I really ain¡¯t no telephone sex geek
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Man I hit the streets
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Then I found out she was a stripper and my mind just wouldn¡¯t let me call her back.
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Khan
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The God And The Stripper
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Andre Nickatina |