| Just gather 'round, this tale is rather chillin'
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| What I mean is thrillin', so listen if you’re willin'
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| Cause Shanté has been through more than the average girl
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| Now I will send your mind through a twirl
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| Now usually I’m narrow-minded, never blinded
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| By any man, but some how I got binded
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| I mean caught up, he wasn’t all that fly
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| I can’t lie, he was cute in his suit and tie
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| But he wasn’t my type, I mean he didn’t own
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| A dope Benz with a rag top and a phone
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| He wasn’t out gettin' paid by the mile
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| He was a different kind of man with a different style
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| He didn’t sport a fat rope, and that was strange
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| He had a job at the New York Stock Exchange
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| Down on Wall Street, workin' 9 to 5
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| He was a man with a mind and a will to strive
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| He had a wife, but acted like she wasn’t there
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| Long hair, they really made a lovely pair
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| But Shanté was ready for some real action
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| And this is the beginning of a fatal attraction
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| So I saw him nearly every day, what could I say?
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| «Hi, I’m Shanté, and could you leave the wife, by the way?»
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| I wasn’t with it. |
| He had to take the first step
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| I have a rep, and good is how I want it kept
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| But then it happened, one day he started kickin' it
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| And just to think, I thought that he was chicken shit
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| He gave his name, he couldn’t give his number though
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| I gave him mine, and beat it like a drummer so
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| He wouldn’t think I was on it but I really was
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| The same night, he had the nerve to give a buzz
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| And I thought, «Damn, what a bad brother»
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| He said his wife was out of town with her grandmother
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| Pay him a visit—I said «Yo, I’m not a dummy»
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| I know that’s not the only kind of pay he wants from me
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| But I went, and somethin' told me not to go
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| But when I got there, he seduced me slow
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| Now I’m not the first date type
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| But this night Shanté was quite hype
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| And quite ready for all kinds of action
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| Soon you’ll see why this is a fatal attraction
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| And so it happened, boy did it ever
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| I never been touched like that, I mean never
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| The whole weekend was very romantic
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| Then came Sunday, and I got frantic
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| Cause it was time to run, and I was havin' fun
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| He touched my cheek, and then he said «See ya, hon»
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| I went home and thought it was short
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| Time I realized that I was caught
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| And for the next four months of us dating
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| I kept anticipating and waiting
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| Because he told me he and his wife were through
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| Finished, over, I just had to wait a few
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| So I waited, and time kept passin' on
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| Three more months, and still she wasn’t gone
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| I got mad, I asked him what the problem was
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| We sat down, and bust what the brother does
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| «Sorry, baby, what was I thinkin' of?
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| I have a wife, and that’s who I really love
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| And as for us—» «Please, don’t even run it
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| Cause if you loved her, you wouldn’t’ve never done it»
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| I started breakin' and he was about to see some action
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| And feel the pain of a fatal attraction
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| Well, this story has such a sad ending
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| And I hope these men stop pretending
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| As if they’re single, and try to mingle
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| Cause one day you might feel a tingle
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| Between your legs, and when you look down to check
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| Ha, surprise! |
| Go 'head and break your neck
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| Search high and low, look near and far
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| But what you’re lookin' for is somewhere in a pickle jar
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| Just like him, cause he’s in a hospital
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| He had a big one, but now it’s kind of little
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| So little, he can’t stick it any place
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| He tried to play me, and he lost the race
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| But that’s not that he lost
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| Jimmy’s gone, and that’s the cost
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| Of my fatal attraction |