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That girl is just a cool good looker |
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That baby's sweeter than raw brown sugar |
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Never mind 'cause the fancy took her |
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She says she wants to have the small head rock her |
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What a smile, don't it drive you insane, my baby |
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Drive a mile, just to ride back again, baby, won't you rock it tonight? |
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And when she's in the mood |
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When she needs that loving groove |
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When she wants it rude |
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She grooves with mista bone |
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If she's in the mood |
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If she hits that loving groove |
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When she's getting rude |
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She grooves with mista bone |
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Just take it like a sweet injection |
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Just a token of my affection |
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Another night we'll take another direction |
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I'm going to play you like a rhythm section |
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What style, let me see that again, my baby |
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Drive a mile, just to ride you again, baby, won't you rock it tonight? |
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And when she's in the groove |
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When she needs that loving mood |
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When she wants it rude |
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She grooves with mista bone |
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When she's in the mood |
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When she hits that loving groove |
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When she's getting rude |
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She grooves with mista bone |
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When she's in the mood |
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When she needs that loving groove |
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When she wants it rude |
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She grooves with mista bone |
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When she's in the mood |
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When she hits that loving groove |
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When she's getting rude |
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She grooves with mista bone |
