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I got the, got the, got the |
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Your skirt's so short that your thighs are showin' |
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You move so fine that gets me going |
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That mole on your thumb makes me lose my mind |
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You're everything baby, you're so divine |
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Up there |
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You're eyes so bright, like the moon they're glowin' |
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Your hands so soft that I keep moanin', ahh |
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Your hair so blond, your eyes are preyin' |
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There's no wonder why I'm sayin' |
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This love of mine |
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She's so divine |
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And I don't say that just to find a [Incomprehensible] |
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Here she comes |
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Your skirt's so short that your thighs are showin' |
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You move so fine, it gets me going |
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Your hell on your fan men, makes me lose my mind |
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You're everything baby, you're so divine |
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You're eyes so bright, like the moon they're glowin' |
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Your hands so soft that I keep moanin', I keep moanin' |
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Your hair so blond, your eyes are preyin' |
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There's no wonder why I'm sayin' |
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This love of mine |
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She's so divine |
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And I don't say that just too find a [Incomprehensible] |
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Keep on pushin' |
