Thats Where Its At

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[Chorus]
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(Come on!) That's where it's at 
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(that's where it's at,
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that's where it's at, baby 
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That's where it's at) (come on)
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That's where (ooh-ee! I liked 
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her!) it's at (that's where it's at,
 Cia, sing it baby, come on!)

[Verse]
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Hey, excuse me girl, shut up for a
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 while (shut up!) I had it up to 
here with your egocentric lifestyle
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Suits my bill of hits, better cash
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 your chips, Send you on a trip 
that's far from friendship
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I hope they reject your plastic 
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(sorry!), Paying for that little 
cello, miniskirt, fantastic
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Losing in my nose like Laker 
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locker odor, Yeah, I told her that 
she smells like Kurt Loder (phew!)
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You're trying so hard, being prima 
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ballerina, But you are smooth as 
blah blah '82 blue Ford Cortina
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Hope you get pregnant on a one 
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night stand, By a Finnish man with a
 blemished tan
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Long, tall Sally? more like short 
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fat bitch! And hard to get rid of 
like a seven-year itch
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Even if you have washed your butt 
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out with Dove, Prayed to the man 
above, still wouldn't get love

[Chorus]
           E            D         
(Come on!) That's (hey) where (ho)
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 it's at, That's where it's at (Come
 on!)

[Verse 2]
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Mrs. Average, Piggy in the middle, 
Can you solve this riddle?
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I'd like to shove my fist in your 
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face, In the middle, Up your fiddle
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Strap you up, Tie you down, To a 
post, Let you roast
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On my dad's B-B-Q till you go "boo 
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hoo!" I'll make you a stew out of 
mildew and crazy glue
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See if I care, 'Cause all I want 
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to do, Is to pay a (...) hitman, 
Just to get rid of you

[Chorus]
E      D          A        
That's where it's at (come on, 
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people!), That's where it's at (ha, 
ha, come on! come on!)
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That's where it's at, That's 
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where it's at, That's where it's at 
A
(What's that, girl?)
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That's where it's at, That's 
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where it's at