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Standin' in a pile of shit |
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I come out smellin' like a rose |
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Touch 'n luck right on the nose |
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Everybody knows that |
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I got to bust a move |
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Got to make it smooth, got to find the groove, yeah |
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Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do |
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If we start to touch on something new |
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And if you spring a leak or two |
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Should I stick my lovin' |
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Can I stick my lovin' in you |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullYou are my every frustration |
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You feel the need to control |
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I wanna feel your every ripple |
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I wanna feed your inner soul |
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Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do |
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If we start to touch on something new |
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And if you spring a leak or two |
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Should I stick my lovin' |
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Can I stick my lovin' in you |
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Push youCan you feel the fire |
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Or can you feel the flame |
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I put the fire to shame |
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I put the fire to shame |
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I put the fire to shame |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Push pullPush pull |
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Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do |
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If we start to touch on something new |
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And if you spring a leak or two |
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Can I stick my finger |
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Love can drown ya, what's a boy to do |
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If we start to touch on something new |
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And if you spring a leak or two |
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Should I stick my lovin' |
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Can I stick my lovin', can |
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I stick my lovin' |
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Can I stick my lovin' in you |
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Can't quite finger it out |
