IMMAthroSHADE

Bob Mackie bawdy.
CHER, looking like a dream.
Independent woman,
so I sip what I steep.
Glass of lemonade in the shade, I spills tea.
Young gun, but its seldom that I be
the last one on the dancefloor.
Can't see? In the dj booth,
ya man's ass on me.
Me? Me! Ass on me.
Sweat-soaked
left you on R-e-a-d.
D? D! Ya bitch can't see?
You can't see that you wannabe me?
If I was you, I would hate me, too. Too? Too!
But thassonyouBOO.

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IMMA-IMMAthroSHADE (SHADE)
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Shall I throw SHADE?
Shall I throw SHADE?
Shall I throw SHADE?

It's 12 past midnight
Don't close your eyes
Your soul's ½ alive
I'll be by your side
I've come to take you there
Show you how to care
Just be aware
That you'll have to share
I want your love
I want it tonight
I'm taking your heart
So don't you fight
I'll be your answer
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
Your favorite dish

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IMMA-IMMAthroSHADE (SHADE)
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Shall I throw SHADE?
Shall I throw SHADE?
Shall I throw SHADE?



Credits
Writer(s): John Guldberg, Kimberly Jones, Roberto F. Santiago, Tim Stahl
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