She's Got The Lot Slade

That painted lady

That satin doll

That lazy shady walk that makes her look like a moll

Dressed up in diamonds

She won't take no less

Guess someone must have poured her into that dress

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She's got the lot what she's got's all her own

She's got so much that she can leave some at home

She won't come in unless she knows she's invited

Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited

That wild aroma

Paris perfume

It just takes over when she walks in the room

Won't get neglected

She don't get no chance

Don't feel rejected if she refuses to dance

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She's got the lot and what she's got's all her own

She's got so much that she can leave some at home

She won't come in unless she knows she's invited

Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited

Break

That chic cheeky lady

She's gonna get what she picks

She can wear you out and she can milk you dry with them tricks

That wiley styley lady

With sophisticated quips

She can eat you up and she can spit you out with them lips

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She's got the lot what she's got's all her own

She's got so much that she can leave some at home

She won't come in unless she knows she's invited

Her feel her smell her touch just gets me oh so excited