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Chorus
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't cha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip, rip
Who knows for sure yeah without a doubt What goes on when the lights go out Or who pulls in when I pull out And what's a one eyed trouser trout?
I was so short sighted Now the wrong been righted I feel so delighted I get so excited Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity If you think I'm vein, better shut ya lip I can't explain how to be fat city You gotta live large, gotta let it rip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't cha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip
You wanna get high in a New York minute Choke that smoke, honey crack the whip Your head gets dead, yea, As long as you're in it You wanna hang loose, gotta get a grip
Skin and bones, it ain't such a pity Don't cha gimme no flack, honey shut ya lip Ya gotta have stones if you're living in the city If ya wanna hang loose gotta get a grip
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