We Don'T Have Time, Baby
I see you I smell you I kiss you I want you...
Twist and dip a tango trip ? Seven years I've loved you dear
You swing your hips we bump as grind, then, you always run and hide ?
Don't blow no kiss a kiss you'll miss: come on now, your beauty's not that shy
You rub her thighs then tell her lies; Angel pie, you know your mine; so, what the #uck.
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