| Well, this girl came up to me — she says she’s new in town
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| But the crew been said they seen her around
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| I thought they were right but I didn’t want to know
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| The girlie was def and she wanted to go
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| I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose
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| I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce
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| The next thing she said, «My place or yours?
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| Let’s kick some bass behind closed doors!»
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| We got into the cab — the cab driver said
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| He recognized my girlie from the back of her head
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| He said a little something about tip to base
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| So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place
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| I shouldn’t have looked back, man, I’ll always regret it
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| Something’s going on and I’ll probably never get it
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| She was crying like a baby — stupid dumb
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| It’s just too bad that girl’s a bum
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| (chorus) She’s crafty — she gets around
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| She’s crafty — she’s always down
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| She’s crafty — she’s got a gripe
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| She’s crafty — and she’s just my type
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| She’s crafty
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| I spent my last dollar to buy a Sabrett
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| When I seen this girl I could never forget
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| Now, I like nothing better than a pretty girl smile
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| And I haven’t seen a smile that pretty in a while
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| The girl came up to me, she said she loved the show
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| Asked her to come home and she couldn’t say no
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| We got to the crib — there’s Adam and D
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| We didn’t say a word — they just stared at me
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| I said, «I don’t know her — I just met her tonight.»
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| And Adrock started hiding everything in sight
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| D pulled me over — said hide your gold
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| The girl is crafty like ice is cold
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| The girl is crafty — she knows all the moves
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| I started playing records — she knew all the grooves
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| He thought she was a thief — and D was right
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| But I just figured she’d spend the night
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| When I woke up late in the afternoon
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| She had taken all the things from inside his room
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| I found myself naked in the middle of the floor
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| She had taken the bed and the chest of drawers
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| The mirror, the TV, the new guitar cord
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| My remote control and my old skateboard
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| She robbed us blind — she took all we owned
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| And the boys blamed me for bringing her home
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| She’s crafty, she gets around
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| She’s crafty, she’s always down
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| She’s crafty, she’s got a gripe
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| She’s crafty and she’s just my type
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| She’s crafty
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| Uh, yeah
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| (repeat chorus x2) |