| She had a summer smile with winter skin
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| She moved
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| A sillouette to saranade the soul
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| She spoke; |
| With words
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| Beyond me; |
| And slowly
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| I poured a word
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| To receive; |
| A gesture
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| Emploring; |
| An answer
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| I didn’t know
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| So I then smiled responding
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| Alarming
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| Yes
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| Her hands were the first I’d every felt
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| She breathed
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| Her lips and her toungue from a world
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| She danced to the doors; |
| endearing
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| She carried me
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| «What's your name?» |
| Conseding «Ms. |
| Leading»
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| She kindly suggests
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| To her room
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| To rest my head
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| So I responded
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| Unalarming…
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| Where’s the room?
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| (Where's her heart?)
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| Mimicing the matriarch
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| He’s naive
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| Blissfully ignorant and trusting
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| But…
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| Where’s the room?
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| (Where's her heart?)
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| Mimicing the matriarch
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| He’s naive
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| Blissfully ignorant and trusting
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| But now?
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| Step right in
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| Let her hips guide your desire
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| (Hey, hey kid hey kid get a job)
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey kid get a job)
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| They have ways; |
| To satisfy to satisfy what you require
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| Touch, taste, feel
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| Two times, the the dime
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| The perks are more than price
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| But the guarantee is clean
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| We know what the men all want
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| They know it isn’t free
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| Her history is left behind
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| The ignorance has room to breathe
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| They play a part
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| And act a scene
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| The prejudice the guilty
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| Take a chair
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| Your not alone, the beds your home tonight
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| (Hey, hey kid, hey kid get a job)
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey kid get a job)
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| Wait right there
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| Magnify and maximize your inner fire
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| Touch, taste, feel
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| Two times, the dime
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| Cause if you boys are nice
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| The ladies here are clean
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| We know what the men all want
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| They know it isn’t free
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| Her history is left behind
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| The ignorance has room to breathe
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| They play a part
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| And act a scene
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| The prejudice the guilty |