dedicated for you :
That girl, like somethin off a poster
That girl, is a dime they say
That girl, is a gun to my holster
She's runnin through my mind all day, ay
Shawty's like a melody in my head
That I can't keep out
Got me singin' like
Na na na na everyday
It's like my iPod stuck on replay
I can be your melody
A girl that could write you a symphony
The one that could fill your fantasies
So come baby girl let's sing with me

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