Toe Jam

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I was asked in New York City, do you like my clothes
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I'm talking to my tape recorder, walking down the road
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But on Friday night, I'm, purified that my feet don't touch the floor
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When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes

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Everyday is fucking perfect, it's a paradise
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Watch my life like its a movie, have to watch it twice
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A boy looks at a girl, and a girl looks like a pony
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She gallops all day long, in between my toes
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And every night, she's purified, she don't do that dance no more
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When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes

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I'm skankin on the dance floor, I'm drunk off that hennessey
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I ain't sober, i dont mix with coca cola, or soda
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But right now im on a roller, i take a look over my shoulder
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When i see that sexy thing, i think its time to work my way over
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So i shuffle on my heals, and bounce on my toes
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I'm crazy and she knows, still its all good i suppose
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She picked a good place and she packed it up
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I got behind her and i lapped it up
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And we danced all night til the sun came up
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Then i took her to my yard then i racked it up

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I'm a member of the ju ju nation, down in New Orleans
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You don't need an application, if you move your feet
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Explode if you poke it
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Exposed on the floor
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It grows if you soak
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it It rolls out the door Now

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Summer time, every night, now my feet don't touch the floor
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She don't do that dance no more, in between my toes
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Him and you, you and I, I don't do that dance no more
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When the rubber meets the road, in between my toes

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The lady starts to sing, but she ain't no disco dancer
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She learned to shake her thing, in between my toes
N.C.
Explode if you poke it
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Exposed on the floor
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It grows if you soak it
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It rolls out the door
N.C.
Explode if you poke it
N.C.
Exposed on the floor
N.C.
It grows if you soak it
N.C.
It rolls out the door

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