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Cinnamon curls and ginger skin |
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Look what a mess I am in |
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Hey |
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Searching his manhood with my hand |
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He is so young in my command |
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And he smells like love |
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(Smells like love) |
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Oh Oh Oh |
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I don't trust it a bit |
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He tastes like love |
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(Tastes like love) |
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I don't believe it |
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Oh Oh Oh |
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Mhm, hey |
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And then his color is aqua-blue |
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(Color) |
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So when I'm with I speak the truth |
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He plays the delicate strings |
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And my woman crumbles when he sings |
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'Cause |
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He sounds like love |
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(Sounds like love) |
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He feels like love |
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(Feels like love) |
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I don't believe it |
