| You’ve been makin' your brags 'round town
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| That you’ve been lovin' my man
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| But the man I love when he picks up trash
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| He puts it in a garbage can
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| And that’s what you look like to me
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| And what I feel is a pity
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| You’d better close your face and stay out of my way
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City
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| You’d better detour 'round my town
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| Cause I’ll grab you by the hair of the head
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| And I’ll lift you off the ground
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| I’m not a sayin' my baby’s a saint cause he ain’t
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| And that he won’t cat around with a kitty
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| I’m here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City
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| Come on and tell me what you told my friends
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| If you think you’re brave enough
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| And I’ll show you what a real woman is
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| Since you think you’re hot stuff
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| You’ll bite off more than you can chew
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| If you get too cute or witty
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| You better move your feet if you don’t wanna eat
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| A meal that’s called Fist City
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City
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| You’d better detour 'round my town
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| Cause I’ll grab you by the hair of the head
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| And I’ll lift you off the ground
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| I’m not a sayin' my baby’s a saint cause he ain’t
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| And that he won’t cat around with a kitty
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| I’m here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City
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| I’m not a sayin' my baby’s a saint cause he ain’t
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| And that he won’t cat around with a kitty
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| I’m here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City
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| I’m here to tell you gal to lay off my man
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| If you don’t wanna go to Fist City |