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It was a strange place and a tender age; I was just a babe in school
 Saw them roll their eyes at me every time that I thought that I was cool
 Well uh god knows I was no chosen one that just wasn't my prime
 Yeah it's just matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time

And I will work this body I will burn this flame
 Oh in the dead of night, and in the pouring rain
 Yeah, I'm a work-a-holic and I swear, I swear
 Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square

Show me what you got
 Work this body on the floor
 Just who do you think you are
 C'mon meet me on the court

Que ferais-tu?
 Putain, je ne sais pas!

It ain't no matter of "if", honey, it's just a matter of "when"
 Ah, some sunday when it's my face in the newspaper again
 All the rag magazines, black limousines, they'll be getting in line
 Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time

And I will work this body I will burn this flame
 Oh in the dead of night, and in the pouring rain
 Yeah, I'm a work-a-holic and I swear, I swear
 Yeah, and one day I will beat you fair and square

Show me what you got
 Work this body on the floor
 Just who do you think you are
 C'mon meet me on the court

Que ferais-tu?
 Putain, je ne sais pas!
 Ne vien pas plurer...
 Vers moi...

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