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Oh my, just look at those eyes Pretty like a girl, oh boy, this boy is so nice Never seen a boy like him, so cute and polite Better keep him humble 'cause he might wanna learn to bite I knew already, my life was gon' be heavy But nothing could prepare me for this, for this I lived for validation, I met your expectations Pushed down on my temptation, that's not what I want I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it (you know what I want?) I want it, I wanna tell you what I fucking want I want it all I've changed my mind I wanna rock that Vivienne Westwood, Gucci, Prada and Dior Mind's on my money, and money's on my mind Late to the party (nice to meet ya, pleasure is mine) Don't be obscene, just don't make a scene I'm sorry I really don't know what you mean I'm here to serve some real cuisine Come, come, everybody gather in a canteen Food for your eyes, food for your soul Food for the girls, some food for the boys The plate is full, just make a choice Indulge in what you've picked up Oh my, just look at you now Such a promising young man, you both must be proud If I were you I would make sure that he keeps both his feet on the ground Nobody asked, please shut your mouth I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it I want it, I want it, I want it I want it all I've changed my mind I wanna rock that Vivienne Westwood, Gucci, Prada and Dior Mind's on my money, and money's on my mind Late to the party, nice to meet ya, pleasure is mine Don't be obscene, just don't make a scene I'm sorry I really don't know what you mean I'm here to serve some real cuisine Come, come, everybody gather in a canteen Food for your eyes, food for your soul Food for the girls, some food for the boys The plate is full, just make a choice Indulge in what you've picked up Now look at me (look at me, look at me, look at me) Tell me that you don't like what you see Look at me, look at me, look at me Tell me that you don't like I want it all I've changed my mind I wanna rock that Vivienne Westwood, Gucci, Prada and Dior Mind's on my money, and money's on my mind Late to the party, nice to meet ya, pleasure is mine
Writer(s): Jan Rozmanowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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