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VERSE 1:
AShe's a perfect ten, ABut she wears a twelve, ABaby, keep a little two for Eme.
VERSE 2: She could be sweet sixteen, Bustin' out of the seams, But it's still love in the first degree. VERSE 3: When he's at my gate, With a big fat eight, You wanna see the smile on my face. VERSE 4: Even at my door, With his poor, poor four, There ain't no man can replace. CHORUS:
EWe love our Alove, In different Bmsizes, I love her Dbody, Especially the Alines, Time takes it's Atoll, But not on the Bmeyes, Promise me Ethis: Take me Atonight.