A New Woman
The competition of the best shop owner (Don't judge the title)
Don't mess around, she will burn you right down, she's nobody's doormat.
she will blow you all away, don't think you're getting away.
you mess with her, she will trap you in a hole, you'll burn baby down, down, down until crisps turn to ash then to dust and fly away.
Mess even more and she will bloody damn well hell, drop you down dead.
Industry was just blowing up and making a bomb in her own hands.
Baby you think you can compete she will burn the floor to ash.
She can do much better.
Now her shop is so big it's murder in the music, you can't believe your eyes, even if someone tries to copy her she can still burn their business back right down.
when she comes up with something new, it turns into murder around her, better not kill someone.
Now the dance floor extension was pretty good it got so hot that it now turns into...
murder on the dance floor, but the groove better not be killed and the D.J will burn the damn hell floor right down.
don't think you can get away she will take you away.
Don't steal her moves, she'll get new ones and prove you well damn wrong.
Now she got leather sofa's a common room and a refectory, hey...
what more can you expect, she even got a take in or take away cafe and canteen and it got some TV's.
she was floating on air, no longer above hot water or in too deep.
Now better, facials and massages with extensions on top of them.
she burned the universe in the air right away and down.
she even got a cinema and an arcade what more can you ask for.
she was in the papers, on the TV in the room and in your face.
now she sells cosmetics, and other cool stuff and accessories.
make-up teachers and artists, hair and beauty.
so do you think you can compete, give it your best shot baby this place is so hot it will melt a plastic sofa in a motel lobby.
play station games with real graphics, even stationary baby she got it all.
Even radios, hi-fi's, TV's, mobiles, sim cards and all sorts, CD players and Walkmans.
top your mobile, get your Sims, fix your phone, fix your appliances baby she has it all sorted.
Health accessories and keep thin and trimming accessories and exercise equipment even free delivery.
The only thing you can smell was cash, she was so posh, she got a nick-name, B.O.E; best owner ever.
she even performed on stage and people threw money at her feet.
now tell me how can you compete wit her you may as well give up.
whatever idea you got, she will slip it soon so you gotta be quick-witted.
Still you can take your best shot...
But don't say we didn't warn you!!!
she will blow you all away, don't think you're getting away.
you mess with her, she will trap you in a hole, you'll burn baby down, down, down until crisps turn to ash then to dust and fly away.
Mess even more and she will bloody damn well hell, drop you down dead.
Industry was just blowing up and making a bomb in her own hands.
Baby you think you can compete she will burn the floor to ash.
She can do much better.
Now her shop is so big it's murder in the music, you can't believe your eyes, even if someone tries to copy her she can still burn their business back right down.
when she comes up with something new, it turns into murder around her, better not kill someone.
Now the dance floor extension was pretty good it got so hot that it now turns into...
murder on the dance floor, but the groove better not be killed and the D.J will burn the damn hell floor right down.
don't think you can get away she will take you away.
Don't steal her moves, she'll get new ones and prove you well damn wrong.
Now she got leather sofa's a common room and a refectory, hey...
what more can you expect, she even got a take in or take away cafe and canteen and it got some TV's.
she was floating on air, no longer above hot water or in too deep.
Now better, facials and massages with extensions on top of them.
she burned the universe in the air right away and down.
she even got a cinema and an arcade what more can you ask for.
she was in the papers, on the TV in the room and in your face.
now she sells cosmetics, and other cool stuff and accessories.
make-up teachers and artists, hair and beauty.
so do you think you can compete, give it your best shot baby this place is so hot it will melt a plastic sofa in a motel lobby.
play station games with real graphics, even stationary baby she got it all.
Even radios, hi-fi's, TV's, mobiles, sim cards and all sorts, CD players and Walkmans.
top your mobile, get your Sims, fix your phone, fix your appliances baby she has it all sorted.
Health accessories and keep thin and trimming accessories and exercise equipment even free delivery.
The only thing you can smell was cash, she was so posh, she got a nick-name, B.O.E; best owner ever.
she even performed on stage and people threw money at her feet.
now tell me how can you compete wit her you may as well give up.
whatever idea you got, she will slip it soon so you gotta be quick-witted.
Still you can take your best shot...
But don't say we didn't warn you!!!
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The competition of the best shop owner (Don`t judge the title)
The competition of the best shop owner (Don`t judge the title)
