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Say down where I'm born in no white boy's never done that dance
They play their music, they wear their funky underpants
They wear that lipstick and then they're shakin' their asses at those girls
With the pretty music
Those pretty boys got pretty, pretty, pretty girls
Come and dance with me, check my pants you'll see
My bathroom is a funky kind of ghetto
I don't got no lipstick, I don't got no hot pink underwear
I live like a caveman, I got my greasy long brown hair
I got some women, they ain't too beatiful or thin
But they appease me
I don't need no beauty queen to sing
One thousand times it's just strolling by
And every step adds an empty sigh
My days are full of nothing new
I wich my eyes, they'd look beyond you
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