Prince

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She knew which fork 2 use
But she couldn't dance
So he hipped her 2 the funk
In exchange 4 the finance
Who's pimpin who when
Nobody gets a second chance
This is the story of illusion
coma, pimp and circumstance
She was older
But rich beyond compare.
She'd drop a thousand dollars
At the salon
Just to get her hair did
He was good at compliments
Better in the bunk
She laced him with a crib in Paris.
He hipped her 2 the funk
Way 2 fine he was 4 her,
A dirty dog in expensive fur
As long as she's providing chips
And whips
We can do this funky thang
As long as she was playing host
He figured he would make the most
Of those hips and lips
He hooked her up rocked her coast to coast funky thang
She was so ugly
But rich beyond compare
Dropped a couple hundred thousand
Dollars on a silver whip
Just 2 match the color of her hair
She said, "I got plenty of what U need
Put the spoon down honey
come on let mama feed ya."
Chorus
Where was I oh yeah
A gentleman he was
He never spoke about her nose
So prominent because
In the dark it glowed
If she was only tan
Instead of so Lily White
Her name was Doris
But he called her Flo
As in 'rescent
that ain't right
Florescent
Every night
A situation bound to fail
As sure as Doris' skin was pale
Money might talk
But what does it say
"Boy I used to be fine back in the day"
Chorus
Now Dance
Dance
He spent her money oh so well
Takin baths in cold cristal
He took a trip 2 burn an old flame in 'Frisco like Wow!
When Doris caught him in her arms she shrugged her shoulders and said,"No harm...Just put your name on this pre-nup and we can all hit the disco!"
Chorus
Now Dance!