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    Bowtie

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    Bowtie
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      About "Bowtie"

      Lyrics for OutKast - "Bowtie"

      [Chorus]
      Crocodile on my feet
      Fox fur on my back
      Bowtie 'round my neck
      That's why they call me the gangsta mack
      In the Cadillac! Yeah!

      Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
      Fresh in that tuxedo
      Cumberbun with no suspenders
      My torpedo, you libido
      Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
      I'm your are-o-l-a-I-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
      To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
      Smack on smack on some of this Dick Tracy
      Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
      You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
      Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
      She's a damsel in distress impressed with stylish things
      What ya mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
      In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's

      [Chorus]

      Oh, lord! How can it be so hard??
      To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
      But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
      You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
      Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
      But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!
      So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
      On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
      As we strut skip the line through the glass window glance
      We look fine, right on time
      As we step in the place the nursery's crunk we've come to play

      Everybody's watching 'cause them furs just hit the door
      While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
      To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
      Throw your hands up if you feel me!! Throw your hands up if you feel me!!
      'Cause we well designed and fine as wine
      Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
      I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
      So raise your hands to the sky 'cause we super fly

      [Chorus]

      SONGWRITERS:
      ALEXANDER, PHALON ANTON/PATTON, ANTWAN/BROWN, PATRICK L.
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