Take your hand out of my pocket, I ain't got nothing belong to you
Take your hand out of my pocket, I ain't got nothing belong to you
Little girl, if you don't stop ravishing me
I will have to put the police on you
I heard about your reputation, no sooner I dropped in your town
I heard about your reputation, the minute I dropped in your town
You know I caught your hand in my pocket, above the elbow
And the police got to take you down

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