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Reason always deserts me |
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When faced with the promise her body makes |
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And do you think it really hurts me |
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To watch the pleasure that she takes |
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From you? |
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And when she lets you lets you touch her |
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Can you touch her in a way I never can |
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I never can? |
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'Cause I'm such an Indian giver |
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Can't prise my eyes away |
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And to watch her makes me shiver |
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With delight at her display |
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It's a Chinese burn |
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I like to see her perspire |
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Watch the sweat running down her back |
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She is a slave to my desire |
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Remember this as she goes down on you |
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'Cause I'm such an Indian giver |
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Can't prise my eyes away |
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And to watch her makes me shiver |
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With delight at her display |
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It's a Chinese burn |
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She loves it in the middle |
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But a lesson you must learn |
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Is you'll never come between us |
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And she'll always return |
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To me |
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It's a Chinese burn |
