I caught your eye in a New York bar You were looking down at me An angel in black measuring in At just over seven feet Some fellas like their women short Some fellas like em round But me I like the kind of girl That makes me stand up to go down! Stand up! To go down! No man will throw her around Stand up! To go down! When we make out I cant reach the ground We took a cab, you got in the back But the front seat had to come out The car shook, the car bounced As you ground me pound for pound But back at your place you took the reins And saddled up, you rode me around And just as I reached the finish line You made me stand up to go down! Stand up! To go down! No man will throw her around Stand up! To go down! When we make out I cant reach the ground Stand up! To go down! Im going down but Im upward bound Stand up! To go down! In a crowd shes easily found Stand up! To go down! No man is gonna throw her around Stand up! To go down! When we make out I cant reach the ground
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