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Give us what you got Girl you got a lot Seems you got an itch that¹s scratching Lay it like it plays Play it like it lays All your Easter eggs are hatching In your Cadillac Reaching for your jack There¹s nothing we can tell you Just a little queen Dirty mouth and mean There¹s nothing we can sell you You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby Turn around and you¹re looking at a hundred more Deadly in the sack Grooving to The Clash On some kind of wasted weekend Pretty little girl Expensive little world Curiosity is peeking Here today and gone by morning Your ice cream cone is melting fast Maybe Monday, maybe someday Your lucky star won¹t fly on past You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby Turn around and you¹re looking at a hundred more You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby Turn around and you¹re looking at a hundred more Turn around and you¹re looking at a hundred more Turn around and you¹re looking at a hundred more Turn around and you¹re looking at a hundred more Caught you in a pose That everybody knows We thought you had something special You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby Turn around, turn around You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby Look out baby turn around yeah You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby Turn around, turn around, turn around You¹re an original, baby Like we¹ve never seen before You¹re an original, baby |