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meditating with the devil 
She's cooking salad for breakfast 
She's got tofu the size of Texas 
She's a witness to her own glory 
She's a never-ending
When it's own up time
You're gonna toe the line
She's got her hooks in you
She's got her hooks in me too.
any line
I'm bound and determined
She's gonna be mine but

She's got a mind of her own
And I've got to make her see
She needs a man to be strong
still a mystery how I fell in love with her all by myself

She's her own woman
Got it goin' on, that's suits me fine
You're gunna have to find your own
I heard she got her own
Heard she drive a Beemer and she got it on her own
Heard she was a dreamer but she sleeping all alone
I just wanna meet
ne sais quoi, you know it
So très chic, yeah, she's a classic
But she's footloose and so fancy free
Yeah, she dances to her own beat
'Cause she's
need no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop 
Her mama on some day curls her brother got them blocks
She had to get a pimp,
She couldn't make it on her own! ("Bangladesh!")
She had to get a pimp,
She couldn't make it on her own!
She had to get
Well she rolls her own cigarettes with the work of just on hand
She acts mean and she cusses I know she wish she were a man
She got her teeth knocked
speaks that body language,
Ain't got to say a word.
All eyes on her.

She owns the night.
She owns the night.
She owns the night.
She owns the night.
She
Oh look out
She came in through the bathroom window,
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wonders
By the banks of her own
Uh, Felli Fel, Ne-Yo, Yeezy, Calm Down, Easy, Easy

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
Keep tellin' me you got a man
But he can't do what I can
Let me, show You what
She lays her cards out on the table
She always gets what she's going for, and a whole lot more
Got the movers and the shakers
Quaking inside their
be mindin' mine
[ guitar ]
I got a little gal that wears her hair up high the boys all whistle when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own
her what it is she do
She had a yodel in her walk a swing like a new back door
As sure as BB done got the blues
I got it bad from my head down to my
own jeans

You got them 501's
And I got my own jeans

She's wearing hers with class

But she got them up her ass

I'm into my own jeans
I'm
never at home.
Now she's fighting back the tears, she can't even laugh alone.
She's just sitting by the telephone, like a yo-yo.

You needed me when you
She's the girl you see
Walking down the street
Holding her head high
Unstoppable
She's confident
Got a laser eye
Swinging to her own beat
someone who's free

She's got style and she's got her own money
So she's not another honey you can quickly disarm
She's got the eyes that make you
belong to you

Keep yo' hands off her
Told ya don't ya dare to touch her
Know she don't belong to you

She got some little bitty hands
An them great big
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Well he's got her going up and down like a yo-yo
And she never feels better than ever, just so-so
Like a shrunken head on a rear view mirror
She
me with it

She's a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand
Suicide blonde, part of the big plan
She's part of the big plan

I got a girl, got a girl, got
along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx, Mr. Foxx, ladies

I love her 'cause she got her own
She don't need mine, so
schemes
She put you where you are now in her dreams

And maybe she is blinded
By her own imaginings
But even when you're deafened
By all her whisperings