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[Verse 1: Claudette Ortiz] Uh-huh, come on You can say I'm plain
Jane, but it's not the same I ain't into big names, but I like nice
things I watch boxin' matches and the football games I wouldn't mind being
an actress, but I love to sing I like goin' out, takin' walks and stuff I
don't run with many girls 'cause they talk too much I enjoy quiet nights at
home and curl up next to ya Though I'm ain't a virgin that don't mean I'm
havin' sex with ya
[Chorus: Claudette & (Eve)] Anywhere I
go I'm spotted (No doubt) And anything I want I got it (Yeeah) 5'5" with
brown eyes (Caramel complexion) Smile like the sunrise (Body Like
Heaven) 'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt) And anything I want I
got it (Yeeah) 5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion) Smile like the
sunrise (Body Like Heaven)
[Verse 2: Claudette] Baby look me in
the eyes and tell me yeah I'm the kind of girl you like, I'm feelin'
you 'Cause sweetie you're my kind of guy, that's what it is Think about it
you just might wanna run with this All night long and if you want me we can
keep this going But let me tell you I'm the type that's strong And I don't
trust a lot of men, I'm independent I ain't like some other
women
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Eve] I keep 'em
mesmorized, listen to me closely E-V-E is how a thorough bred supposed to
be Hate the thirsty type, can't even get close to me That's why I got my
own stack, Daddy, how it's supposed to be I ain't about the game, playin',
and gift chasin' All in frontin' Daddy Please we both big facin' All the
things I want, I got, forget me not Just from my stance, why you starin' at
me? Got'chu hot Not too many bitches like her, one of a kind I mean even
the chickens like her, she just a dime Not impressed by your Cris'
poppin' Cause if you would, I might, end of the night, we gone be lip
locking But only if I choose to, I don't fall in love easily Give'you the
blues Boo I have you sittin' 'round misty-eyed Caramel, get 'em all the
time Hot shit from City High
[Chorus 2x]
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