I know a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants she'll pass you by
Everybody says she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
 [bad word] 

She wears her satins like a lady
She gets her way just like a child
You take her home and she says Maybe, baby
She takes you down and drives you wild

Everybody says she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
 [bad word] 

I know a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants, she'll pass you by

Everybody says she's lookin' good
And the lady knows it's understood
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