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Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady

So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady

So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love
like a lady

So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady

So never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love
dude looks like a lady

Never judge a book by it's cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Sayin' love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had
never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus
Lord, imagine my
never judge a book by its cover
Or who you gonna love by your lover
Love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus
Lord, imagine my
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall 
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in 
But bury my lady
grave, a grave," Lord Arlen cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin"
wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall 
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in 
But bury my lady
wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall 
"A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in 
But bury my lady
struck his wife right through the heart 
And he pinned her up to the wall 

"Oh, a grave, a grave", Lord Arnold cried 
To put these lovers in 
Won't
might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we
the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
her side by saying, 
To dance beneath the heavens!

Christ, your mother's hanging on my bedroom door 
I'll bet she's pretty, queen of the city 
If
overhead, 
Came two young lovers lately wed. 
"I am half sick of shadows," said 
The Lady Of Shalott. 

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, 
He rode
might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we
[Intro]
Got to let this woman know its real 
Exactly how the rudebwoy feel 
Oh baby, Oh lady (a big bad rhythm) 
Yeah 

[Chorus x2]
This one
by ol' Rockin Randal
She'll get the windows down lord, you oughta hear her sing

Yeah she got the heart of her mama
The soul of an angel
To her
and asked him
You wan take it off your shoulder?
Hand checkin' him in his face
Tellin' him I'm a soldier
I ain't no fucking drug lord
I ain't the type
the fur.
       C                 D                  G                 -Em
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords.
E
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"

The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each