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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm raptured by the joy of it all |
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So stop me where you start |
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The cockles of his heart |
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The panties sends it right up the wall |
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Please, please, stop it, it likes it |
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Tickles it to death either way |
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These lovely boots exist |
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To drive it round the twist |
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The call of nature must be obeyed |
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Glad it's over but this is worse |
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Could hardly say it had been coerced |
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Stop it 'cause it likes it, it's worse |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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The unforeseen erogenous zones |
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Stop, it insists |
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Slap it with your wrists |
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It likes it when you leave it alone |
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There's been a manifestation |
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Nature made it answer the call |
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It simply can't resist |
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Boots and pants like this |
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Abracadabra for all |
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Glad that's over but this is worse |
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Roll it over, too perverse |
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Stop it 'cause it likes it, it's worse |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
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I'm partial to your abracadabra |
