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Yep |
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Yep |
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Shades over my eyes |
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Make the creepers look back at themselves |
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Sitting stuck in emotional bliss |
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The skinny amount of girls with coke on their gums |
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Tap my knee |
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I'm keepin' the rythym |
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The young and wild take chances together |
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They all jump up, twist and groove |
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But no one talks, lost in the mother****in' mood |
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No one talks, lost in the mood |
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No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood |
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Hey, there's a hunger in the night |
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The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame |
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I kissed her inner thigh |
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Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit |
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She like to go the mile, all the while |
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I can see her tear bit |
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I forgot her name |
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Something that sounds like Penelope |
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May be a French twang to it |
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Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it |
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A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism |
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She like the young nigga by my brown skin |
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My shag dog fro |
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I'm king to her |
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She will please her friend for me |
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So funny and they'll starve in the garden |
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Naked as always, honest |
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Her hands all over my privates |
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Lost in the mood |
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No one talks, lost in the mood |
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No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood |
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But no one talks, lost in the mother****in' mood |
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No one talks, lost in the mood |
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No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood |
