The Swang in Yer Thang

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3:23

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Well, you ain't no supermodel; you ain't no covergirl. You're not the most beautiful creature that God ever put on this world. So why, when you walk in the room do the men all turn and stare? It ain't your glamorous looks or the perm in your hair. It's the swang in yer thang that drives the men insane. It's the swang in yer thang. The women are calling you nasty names... It ain't your new mascara, celebrity perfume. It ain't the name on your jeans that draws the men to you. It ain't the nail polish, or the kind of shampoo you use, it ain't the way your purse perfectly matches you shoes. Oh, no it ain't! It's the swang in yer thang that drives the men insane. It's the swang in yer thang. The women are calling you nasty names. Can't believe you didn't know that; you're obviously full grown. But now that the secret's out, they'll all get a swang of their own. But me? I'll stay out of it- it looks way too hard. I don't want a swang like that in my back yard! Just the swang in yer thang. It drives the men insane. The swang in yer thang. The women are calling you nasty names.