Slave lyrics
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Don't wanna be your slave Twenty four hours a day Hey, why don't you go down to the supermarket Get something to eat, steal something of the shelves Pass by the liquor store Be back about quarter to twelve Don't want to be your slave Baby go, baby go, baby go Do it yeah
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