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Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear |
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Make my honey |
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Grind that salt before the rains come this year |
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To make it all muddy |
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So now you have called |
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And now you want to wring my neck |
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Oh baby you talk so tight |
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Tell me now, who's all wet? |
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I could kiss |
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Your promiscuous mind |
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My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear |
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Make us all alone |
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Wind your watch and bless all my prayer |
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Make ready to get home |
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Oh now you get so hard |
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Now you wring my neck |
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And now you wanna talk so tight |
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Tell me, who's all wet? |
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I could kiss |
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Your promiscuous mind |
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I could kiss |
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Your promiscuous mind, yes |
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I couldI have four lone stars that you have given me |
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Yeah and why don't you give it baby? |
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Well, the feeling you're giving baby |
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Tell me, what you give away |
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You give it, you give it, give it |
