(Caffrey, Kirschner, Webster)
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I’m not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address
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No Chivas, no Lexus, ain’t got the flattest solar plexus
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I throw it down with everything I got
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Cause I’m just a girl--not
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Me, I never use the word just
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To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um
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Listen, it wasn’t always like that
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I used to feel freaky, icky
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Bein’ bad like Darling Nikki
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Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood
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But now the children sing she’s the little freakazoid that could
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Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
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Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
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P-Supe (what) and it don’t come from Campbell
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Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel
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See I cut from the gut to get everything I need
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And I stick with it if at first I don’t succeed
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And I’m out and I’m out lettin’ my freaky flag fly
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You don’t ask why cuz you know that I try
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Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit
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Body soul or chicken roll you know that I’m in it
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And you know what
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Sometimes you feel like a nut
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And sometimes you don’t
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Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
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Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
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Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean bonified, fortified, nutrified
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BUSINESS
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Yeah that’s what I’m talkin’ about
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Cuz you know, soon I’ll be rollin’ in the Rolls to go bowling after the show
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I’ll be strollin’, patrollin’ the streets with a feather in my hat
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Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that
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I got the throttle cause I’m mack like the truck
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C’mon everybody let’s get------
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Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!
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Woke up I didn’t know what day it was
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I been through some shit boy you never believe it
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Cuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower
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You know why - I got the Power!
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And I ain’t never givin’ up sucker
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Put me on the field I’m a cook your ass like Betty Crocker
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It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
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Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh
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Once again it’s on
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People wanna know if I’m a diva
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Well let me see, uh
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I wrote these lyrics at a day job
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Not Nassau Coliseum
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But I’m a get there soon boy
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blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy
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Reading bad press I get depressed really major
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Goddamn yo, at least I’m in the fuckin paper
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And when the goin’ gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best
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Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test
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Scuse me, I don’t believe I was finished
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Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious
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Like a tasty ice cream or scone
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Let me make you pant for the milk bone
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Woof woof and let it all hang out
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Don’t you just freak baby freakin freak it out
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Kick it trick it or lick it but please don’t stick it up your nose
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If you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real inside
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Keep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside.
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The Little Freakazoid That Could
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| Princess Superstar |
