Tracey Jane

Well I’m gon’ break it down on the microphone Drop down low like Al Capone Got a story to tell about Tracey Jane How she turned my world insane She the kind of girl that ya never meet Hot pink Jimmy Choos on her feet If you ask her nice, she let ya take a seat Yeah boy, ya world’s complete Stand in line up against the wall Wait for Tracey Jane to call Like a 7-Eleven she can't be beat With tasty flavours, you can nibble on her treats Tracey Jane She got gold hoop earrings and candy lips Ooh I want Tracy I love the way she shake them hips In a natural disaster she’s the aftershock But sweet and tasty like a lollipop Like an avalanche she the one to stop Rockin’ high heels an’ a sweat top Like a marked man, everybody wanna piece, you see Ever since she dropped tricks back in ’83 She's a 2400 on ya SATs and when You step up in the joint she’ll be waiting on her knees Ooh I want Tracy, Ooh I want Tracy, Ooh I want Tracy Tracey Jane She got gold hoop earrings and candy lips I love the way she shake them hips Tracey Jane She got gold hoop earrings and candy lips Like John Wayne she ride ya into the sun In the Billboard chart she had a number one She play Hall & Oates to put ya mind at ease But treat you nasty if ya axe her, please When ya time is up, you’d better clean up quick Like, oh my god, it’s time to split It’s Hall & Oates, ya’ll It’s Hall & Oates, ya’ll It’s Hall & Oates, ya’ll It’s Hall & Oates, ya’ll Ooh I want Tracy She got gold hoop earrings and candy lips I love the way she shake them hips Tracey Jane She got gold hoop earrings and candy lips Ooh I want Tracy

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