Like A Champion

Album: Stars Dance (2013)
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  • Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
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    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam

    Tonight become alive
    Stand up 'cause you got that pride
    Dancing and the sweat don't dry
    Once shot, so baby, hit it right
    No doubt, 'cause we're young and free
    Walk like you run the city
    Write your name in the sky
    Live it up, 'cause baby it's your time

    It's in the way you hold yourself
    You gotta know you're something else
    And show 'em that you never felt so sexy, sexy, sexy

    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam

    We got nothing to lose
    We got nothing to prove
    Shine like diamonds in the sky
    Live it up, 'cause baby, it's your time

    It's in the way you hold yourself
    You gotta know you're something else
    And show 'em that you never felt so sexy, sexy, sexy

    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam

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    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion

    Stand up, let 'em know that you shine bright
    Throw down, let 'em know that you got fight
    Walk like a champion, walk like a champion
    Stand up, let 'em know that you shine bright
    Throw down, let 'em know that you got fight
    And show 'em that you never felt so sexy, sexy, sexy

    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam
    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion
    Ram-pa-pa-pam-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam-pam

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    Walk like a champion, talk like a champion Writer/s: Bebe Rexha, Daniel James Pringle, Leah Haywood, Leroy Sibbles, Mark Anthony Myrie, Pete Thomas
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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