VERSE
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You got a face like the Madonna
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Crying tears of gold
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Been pumping gas
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At the Texaco road to road
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You're on the run
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Oh baby yeah you're on the run
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Oh baby
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I'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for you
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You give me butterflies
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Heart skipping one two
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I know you're sick boy,
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I wanna get the flu
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I'm running temperatures
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Thinking of your love, boo.
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CHORUS
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
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Kissing my stilettos move
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Your mouth up to my lips
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Come on over ghetto baby
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(He said show me what you got girl)
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Come on over ghetto baby
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(Drop it like it's hot girl)
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VERSE
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I know your lips say
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That you wanna but your heart's a no
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But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
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Hold me
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You're so fun
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B-baby you are so much fun
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B-baby
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My local rock star, The really big crew
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I'm feeling you boy, You're liking me too
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I'm clocking chicks left and right
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Just to get to you
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You're out there on the grind now come home to your
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Queen, boo.
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CHORUS
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
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Kissing my stilettos
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Move your mouth up to my lips
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Come on over ghetto baby
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(He said show me what you got girl)
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Come on over ghetto baby
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(Drop it like it's hot girl)
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
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Kissing my stilettos
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Move your mouth up to my lips
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Come on over ghetto baby
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(He said show me what you got girl)
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Come on over ghetto baby
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(Drop it like it's hot girl)
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VERSE
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We're a match mad in heaven
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If they're gonna talk let 'em
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If they don't think we're good together
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Baby just forget 'em
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When he's bad he's bad
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But when he's good no one's better
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Cos we're a match made in heaven
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And this kind of love's forever
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CHORUS X 2
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
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Kissing my stilettos
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Move your mouth up to my lips
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Ghetto Baby
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Cheryl Cole |