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Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry Lyrics

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Da da da da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, serenity
 
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
 
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
 
The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
 
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
 
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
 
Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine
Valentine
 
Yes, you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours, too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, serenity
 
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
 
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
 
La da da da da da
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Fergie - Glamorous Lyrics

Fergie - Glamorous Video

Ludacris
Are you ready?
If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home
You say: If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home.
 
Fergie
G L A M... O R O U S yeah
G L A M... O R O U S
 
We flyin' first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane, and I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
 
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy.
 
Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things don't mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shopping for expensive thangs
 
I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine
I'm no queen, I'm no machine
 
I still go to Taco Bell
Drive through, raw as hell
I don't care, I'm still real
No matter how many records I sell
 
After the show or after the Grammys
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang
 
First class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane, and I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
 
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
 
Ludacris
I'm talkin' champagne wishes, caviar dreams
You deserve nothin' but all the finer things
Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us
I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us
 
First I gotta keep enough lettuce to support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones, takin' trips from here to Rome
So if you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home.
 
Fergie
G L A M... O R O U S yeah
G L A M... O R O U S
G L A M... O R O U S yeah
G L A M... O R O U S
 
We flyin' first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne, livin' my life
In the fast lane, and I won't change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
 
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy.
 
I got problems up to here, I've got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don't want to know (fuck ya'll)
I've got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank
All the fans, I'd like to thank, thank you really though
 
'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days
When I'd rock on MTV, that be really cool
Damn It's been a long road and the industry is cold
I'm glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know.
 
(If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home.)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home.)
He let his daughter know
 
(If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home.)
My daddy told me so
(If you ain't got no money take yo' broke ass home.)
He let his daughter know.
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