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I knew this chick, when I was eight years old And what I liked best she had real fly soles She was real stylish, when I was just a young G Never knew through my stressed life she'd be dressin me Courtin regular, not a pure girl she was secular Not about the hipsters, no heads was collectin her But I fell right into her, she fit me in the arch A few new jack ballas, rocked her in the park But she came back for me, and I went back for her Pull out some white for her, turn on the shine for her And just shoot out, shoot out and practice with her Sittin on the bench, wishin that I could work her Eventually if I could make the leap, then she would come with me Because she helped me make it, physically and mentally And she was live then, I'd get high when she'd turn around Smooth and tight though, when she was underground Original, new grain uppers and fresh leather Boy I tell ya, I wish I kept her - I Used to love J.A.N.