Top Dogs - She`s Got Style

That woman, she's got style, that woman makes you smile
She's got spunk, that woman, funk, that woman
She's got speed, your lady, got what you need, your baby
She's got the ability, hey to make a man out of you

But most important of all
Let me tell you, let me tell you, let me tell you
She's got balls, She's got balls, She's got balls

She's got soul, your lady, likes to crawl, your baby
All around the floor on her hands and knees
Ooh, because she likes to please you

And she's got taste, your lady, pace, your lady
Makes your heart race with her pretty face

But most important of all
Let me tell you, let me tell you, let me tell you
She's got balls, She's got balls, She's got balls

Written by:
Ronald Scott

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