She's just a sweet little thing
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she's born and raised on daddy's plantation
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Her gentle roar can't ignore
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the dangers of her black occupation
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She's such a crime, she's such a crime.
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She only signs on the dotted line
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just cause she thinks it's illegal
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Oh, you've got a cat, got a dog, got a dad
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but you don't know your people.
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You know exactly how to turn it up, turn it up,
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and watch me lose control.
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And you can't shake her, turn it up, turn it up
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and watch me lose control.
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And nothing's what it seems, nothing's what it seems.
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Place your bets on who gets the rest
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of your new varsity preacher.
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Oh, she gets around, gets around,
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and she down to be the beauty school teacher.
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And they will feed your own mind,
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yes, they'll feed your mind.
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Oh, it's always started when she turns it up, turns it up
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and watch her lose, lose.
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No, you just can't shake her, shake her, turn it up, turn it up
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and watch her lose control.
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And nothing's what it seems, nothing's what it seems.
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Porcelain dreams, porcelain dreams.
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People
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| stellastarr* |
