Listen, I walk into your joint
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With a hoodie on, don’t need a short skirt,
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To get it on, it goes AWWWW…
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Here she comes, Sunday school girl wantin some
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She’s wearin that, better expect that boys attack
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Woooop, Truce, I want some of that happy juice
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Well kinda sorta, people in here would die for John Walker
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Ow, ah, wait a sec, everybody down, hit the deck.
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People say you’re goin out your mind
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To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff
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But what’cha gonna do about it anyhow
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You think you’re hot stuff, I know I’m hot stuff
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Okay 1.. 2.. everybody look what I can do
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I can bring my leg up all the way
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Can she do it… can she do it, piece of cake
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Show off, she just wanna take her clothes off (UGH)
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Higher.. I got dat, that get you
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HIGHER.. One to anotha, you will discova, that’s the way it is
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Chorus x2
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Whatcha gonna do when ya, ahhh zip it, Chad flip it
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Feels like I’m in candyland, I’m goin down da chute again
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With unicorns and fairy wings, I think I’ve had too much to drink
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Chorus X2
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Hot Stuff
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| Ashlee Simpson |
