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Cunninlynguists Dirty Acres Dance For Me (verse 1- Deacon) She was a late bloomer, from Penny to Janet in a blink Dreamt 'bout being Josephine Baker in the mink Gold make-up like the Shpinx, skin made to view Body ornament performances, sin-sational From Rhythm Nation to, ritilation through Demon-strations of, what's she's made to do She always told me that she wanted to dance The only time she felt worthy of romance, damn I tried to told her she was worthy of chance But it'sh ard to talk to somebody in a trance I just gave her a glance, enough to sang her blues Be Pablo to paint her moves, be Langstion to name her Hughes Emily dance for me someone said, she, curtsied and turned her head She posed, with knowledge and grace she gave us a taste WIth a look on her face that could be taken for dead (verse 2 - Natti) Are we crazy, deranged To stand up for some change? Dreams turn to schemes Which marionette pulls your strings? Emily's enemy was Emily, feelin me? She only lusted to heel-toe kick to the symphony And now she justified cryin rivers for sympathy Which in end she finds out is simply misery No mystery, or OnStar on destiny's roads Ballerina wardrobe glowing under the strobe Twirlin amongst dollars, waiting under the pole For a slightly possible goal sometimes we sell out our soul Can't help that, everybody done felt that Just ask your favorite artists whose heart has turned to pitch black Ask some of these stars where they lost they sense of self at Strictly being puppets in public is a setback Yeah fam, thats Emily's energy Everybodys a dance, I don't view you no differently so dance (outro) She makes it rain with her tears |
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