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Slow Dancing To Rap Songs

I slow dance to rap songs, rap songs, rap songs

Gliding my fingers along the row of volumes
Turning up in my sexy Librarian costume
Shh-shh-shaking my foot, sitting pretty with my legs crossed
Ho-ho-hoping my heels come unstrapped and slip-and-slide off
Bambi eyes, elf ears, my heart’s cold
The only thing I hold near and dear is the very thing that gives me a red nose
Stolen credit cards lining up coke on my cola
Your lawyer can’t scare me with a skinny tie and empty manilla folder, soldier

The drinks came too fast
The cars go too fast
The lanes open too fast
Life’s moving too fast
Didn’t grandmama tell ya ya ya to stay away from uh them fast tail little girls? (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

I slow down the words to your rap songs
Nelly baby sing it to me you got a beautiful voice why don’t you sing it to me come on baby sing it to me
I’m slow dancing to your rap songs
Eminem baby bring it to me you look like you can move why don’t you bring it to me come on baby bring it to me

Gliding along the hardwood desk with my mani-manicure
Until I have an excuse to bend over in my dress and touch my pedicure
Important stack of papers flying everywhere
Everything out of order except the vrin-vrin-vending machine
Shh-shh-shaking for my dollar
Billie Jean beat it ‘til I holla
Let the chips fall where they may
Long as when I’m able to walk again they’re all in my way, okay?

The drinks came too fast
The cars go too fast
The lanes open too fast
Life’s moving too fast
Didn’t grandmama tell ya ya ya to stay away from uh them fast tail little girls? (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

I slow down the words to your rap songs
Max B baby sing it to me you got a beautiful voice why don’t you sing it to me come on baby sing it to me
I’m slow dancing to your rap songs
Loaded Lux baby bring it to me you look like you can move why don’t you bring it to me come on baby bring it to me

Where’s the fire?
Take your time
Where’s the fire?
Take your time
Baby, where’s the fire?
Take your time
Boy, take your, take your time
Where’s the fire? (Where?)
Where’s the fire? (The roof?)
Where’s the fire? (The booth)
Where’s the fiyah?

Them country boys never hurt little ‘ole me
Them country boys never hurt little ‘ole me
I put my life on the line

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