[Verse 1]
Our man Abu squeezes off twenty tracer rounds
And that's when she jumps the turnstile
And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten—again

[Chorus]
Pixeleen
Dream deep my three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen (Born in the bogs of Jersey)
Pixeleen (Trained how to love and spy hard)
Pixeleen (Dropped on the streets of Roppongi)
Pixeleen (Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop)

[Verse 2]
And when Abu rams the clip in the mini-Glock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
Just a flash of spectacular thigh
Your pager starts to throb
It's your as-if boyfriend Randall
Better keep it real—or whatever
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