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there goes my Gray's Papaya chick

i don't know what but she's some kind of mix

European Puerto Rican all kinds of shhh

green-eyed Japanese Hawaiian chick

you know that woman that you see on sixth ave?

the one with the features that no other chicks have

she's part-German Portuguese and black

no matter what you are, she's something that you lack

you can't approach her you don't know if she speaks Anglais

you'd rather be with her than monitor a thong race

with competing blonde bombshell Playmates

she's so hot even your girl can't fake-hate

you'd skip class to hit that ass and graduate hate

you'd walk a block out of your way just to delay fate

cause once she's gone she's gone for keeps

like when your wife finds a thong in your laundry heap

where does she come from? two pretty parents

she's not from Iraq but she might be from Paris

you really don't know she might just be from SoHo

Chicago Madrid Tunisia Montigo

unknown origin she's spectacular

you wish that you could fake-fight and tackle her

you don't possess a single word to say to her

she's like a tiger on the street and you're afraid of her

it's so unique the way she dresses, right?

she looks the best under florescent light

her skin's so dark for eyes that light

her nose is so slim to have a smile that wide

she must've broke a lot of tragic hearts

her teeth are a piano no flats & sharps

her hair is real it needs no dye

melting pot hottie goddess she's so fly

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women like this are sort of scary

the antonym of all things ordinary

the more you talk to them the more that you can tell though

'this is really Prince Harry in your cell phone?'

they're all 'yeah well i was born in Geneva

lived there til i was five back before my Visa

then my parents split up and i moved to Egypt

with my dad but the Nile just made me seasick

so we moved to Tunis for two weeks then we split

found our new crib in Madrid and leased it

then i went and stayed with my mom & aunt

we went from Essex to London then we moved to France

and i lived in Paris i could see the Eiffel Tower from my window'

i was in New Jersey cursing at Nintendo

'8th grade i moved to Reykjavik'

hm i was memorizing mad Inspectah Deck

'i stayed in morocco'

i played indoor soccer

'i scuba'd in Aruba'

my boy played the tuba

'really?'

well he played the french horn

'i slept on a volcano in a tent in a storm'

i've cause my share of mischief doorbell-ditched when it was light out

'kid i've doorbell-ditched the White House while it's light out in a white outfit'

okay so you can't learn from me

but in my yearbook messages my friends say i'm funny

'honey i've had dinner with Seinfeld & Chris Rock

Larry David, Woody Allen, Bill Cosby & Ethan Hawke'

hm is Ethan Hawke funny? 'with a subtle pensive air'

fine you broke my heart i'm in intensive care

'wait a sec, did you just rhyme with me?'

yeah i do it all the time, take my CD

'you make music?' i write songs make beats & rap

i try to sing 'ooh! can i get on a track?

i sing! i do! i sang in Singapore!

i've sung across the globe, please let me record!'

so let me get this straight the girl on sixth ave

the melting pot hottie with the body will collab?!

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