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Princess - Текст песни The Little Freakazoid That Could
(Caffrey, Kirschner, Webster)
 I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address
 No Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexus
 I throw it down with everything I got
 Cause I'm just a girl--not 
 Me, I never use the word just
 To the maximum my axiom get into my taxi, um
 Listen, it wasn't always like that
 I used to feel freaky, icky 
 Bein' bad like Darling Nikki
 Never ever fit the mold at school or in the hood
 But now the children sing she's the little freakazoid that could
 Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
 Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
 P-Supe (what) and it don't come from Campbell
 Just move (what) place my butt upon your mantel
 See I cut from the gut to get everything I need
 And I stick with it if at first I don't succeed
 And I'm out and I'm out lettin' my freaky flag fly
 You don't ask why cuz you know that I try
 Accept yourself, express yourself to the limit
 Body soul or chicken roll you know that I'm in it
 And you know what
 Sometimes you feel like a nut
 And sometimes you don't
 Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
 Freakazoid! I know I can I know I can
 Hey yo Ski-I wantcha to come round here and show the audience we mean bonified, fortified, nutrified
 BUSINESS
 Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about
 Cuz you know, soon I'll be rollin' in the Rolls to go bowling after the show
 I'll be strollin', patrollin' the streets with a feather in my hatPrincess - The Little Freakazoid That Could - http://ru.motolyrics.com/princess/the-little-freakazoid-that-could-lyrics.html
 Imagine that, huh, I think I made myself Claritan, clear in that
 I got the throttle cause I'm mack like the truck
 C'mon everybody let's get------
Get up Get up Get up --never sit down!
 Woke up I didn't know what day it was 
 I been through some shit boy you never believe it
 Cuz I struggle everyday to keep my head up like a tower
 You know why - I got the Power!
 And I ain't never givin' up sucker
 Put me on the field I'm a cook your ass like Betty Crocker
 It's like this and like that and like this and uh 
 Nobody beats the Priz--cess and uh
 Once again it's on
 People wanna know if I'm a diva
 Well let me see, uh
 I wrote these lyrics at a day job
 Not Nassau Coliseum
 But I'm a get there soon boy
 Blow up the spot like in my own platoon boy
 Reading bad press I get depressed really major
 Goddamn yo, at least I'm in the fuckin paper 
 And when the goin' gets tough Mr. Ocean said it best
 Put that ass in gear baby put it to the test
 Scuse me, I don't believe I was finished
 Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious
 Like a tasty ice cream or scone
 Let me make you pant for the milk bone
 Woof woof and let it all hang out
 Don't you just freak baby freakin freak it out
 Kick it trick it or lick it but please don't stick it up your nose
 If you wanna strike a pose you gotta keep it on the real inside
 Keep it on the real inside, keepit on the real inside.












