yea, i still wanna be that girl,
riding the black ride in that jimmy choo pumps,
the doors held on by the tall dark man,
and in i walk, with long sexy strides.
smokin' hot rings, n blowin' hot smokes,
yea, i sit down, waitin' for the mo',
he flips open the case, and in it shines,
can't take my eyes off, and i know it's mine.
glitter on my fingers and jimmy choo pumps,
i glide out with a wry red arch..
yea, i wanna be that girl,
can you make me that?
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