My goodies, my goodies, my goodies
Not my goodies
I got a sick reputation for handling broads
All I need is me a few seconds or more
And it's a wrap
Tell Valet to bring my Lac
And I ain't coming back
So you can put a car right there
I'm the truth
And ain't got nothin' to prove
An you can ask anybody
Cuz they seen me do it
Barricades, I run right through 'em
I'm used to 'em
Throw all the dirt you want it's no use
You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room
On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit
Yeah freaky Petey love you too
You know how I do
You may look at me and think that I'm
Just a young girl
But I'm not just a young girl
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for
Sexy, independent
Down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough
I'm not being too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it
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