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Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years |
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It comes, and everyone's in fear |
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We pray, and hope we will survive |
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If they don't like me then I die |
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No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style |
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Cause style can make or break you honey-chile |
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No, I ain't talkin' 'bout war, |
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I'm talking 'bout style |
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I hope this time it stays around a little while |
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Talkin' 'bout style |
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Better hope they like |
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Those clothes that I wear |
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And I hope they Like |
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The way I wear my hair |
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And I hope they like |
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The way I do my thang |
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And this here new song |
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That I'm 'bout to sang |
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I'm talkin' 'bout style |
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Sometimes, 'bout every twenty years |
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It comes, and everyone's in fear |
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We pray, and hope we will survive |
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Cause if one, just one don't like you |
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Then you die |
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No, I ain't talkin' 'bout style |
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Cause style can make or break you honey-chile |
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No, I ain't talkin' 'bout war, |
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I'm talking 'bout style |
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I hope this time it stays around a little while |
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Talkin' 'bout style |
