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ballerina
She takes in all in stride
Just a New York City ladies only sin is pride

I'm gonna step on out step on out
I will tramp all over this town for
(gary moffet/myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi

She was a lady, sitting alone
Played out of line
She does a number, out
Take a look at the magazine 
At the fabulous cover queen
What a pretty girl
In a perfect world, 
She is all a lady should be
I'm so keen for my
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square

Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
fair
Be a chalk outline on a Hollywood Square

Lady Faye back in '52 was a fiend for fame
Not a lick of talent, paid dues, got fucked by John Wayne
the days of Valley Forge
Fightin' side by side together with a fella name of George

Johnny Freedom, Johnny Freedom
You can meet him on each page
tramps, [Incomprehensible] and fakes
You made mistakes

Every day is not about the washed out section
Of the fake front page you pray is just a dream
to the delusion of same
He reached for the lipstick and her handbag by the edge of the sink
It's a sad love surrounded by the lady of perpetual squalor

Lookin'
Were found by his men and rode home again
Beneath the rising moon.
The enemy stood still with surprise
As Dunlavy flew down on them,
He found a page
on the weather
and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and 
filling us with love
So don't you fret my lady,
'cause what we have is strong
Let
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
the message, baby page me 

As the days go by, I hope that you can be my lady 

Am I crazy for pursuing the woman that's bad 

In my heart I feel lonely
bitches
Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest
It's the rap Mae West to Q - B
And I got all my sisters with me

Oh this is ladies night, and our
And rubbed my arm up against yours
And still the inspector inspected me

The lady in the roof
Was living proof that nothing
Really ever is exactly as it
and took me by the hand

And said, "Mom is it okay if I go swimmin'?"
But when he saw her mistake he blushed and ran
He laughed and reached for me but I just
The first time that she said let's start our family
I said hon I've got the whole wide world to see
So come along and be this drifter's lady the next
the insects and the trash
She is a lady, I'm the tramp
Collecting stares from pairs close by
Then flutters in a butterfly
Ew, just a moth drawn to the lamp
to Mexico
I came into the place, you party people, just to let you know
My name is the Young MC, ladies want to come to me
And when they're in my arms,
color 
But I'd rather act darker
Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth
Fuck up a rhyme so bad
I leave the microphone abstinent
To MC or not to MC?
Beyond
about a great party 
Why don't you bring us your car?

So sorry baby, but I never go 2 singles' bars

Singles? Is that what you think? 
Tramp, I'm
your bitch will be rollin with me
So to ladies and everyone throughout your crew
Give a smile in the mean watch out
This dick is for you

[Chorus]
I,
front page news
It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?

He had a lady, now she cries
the whole night through,
Special songs for me and for you,
And anyone whose heart is true...

Gather lords and ladies fair,
Come with me
with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady
Talkin' that street talk

You're the heart and soul of New York City