Thunderstruck.

My baby doesn't ever really wanna go out,
Never ever wants to even leave the couch
I'm all dressed up, makeup on, no where to go,
Except to see a couple people I used to know
He's always workin, always bitchin all the time,
I'm wondering when will it be my time to shine
Gonna spray on Chanel and try to stay out of jail,
Tonight's my night baby, give me heaven or hell
I don't look, I don't touch, I don't play with them,
When other boys offer to pay my way I don't kiss 'em
I do things my way, cause it's not just the highway babe,
Come from behind you and hope that you can get away
Some call me lady luck, some call me queen awestruck,
Others see a lightning bolt, oops, now you're thunderstruck

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