| Red wine, blood line, bout four thirty
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| Two sides, all fired up and burning
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| Two steps till I leave you begging for it
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| But you take two more
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| I could never put you away
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| Turn around and you’re still dripping off me
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| Licking up the things that you say
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| Leave it on my tongue, let it sink in slowly
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| More than I can take
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| Already feeling funny
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| I can’t stay away
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| You burn like gin and honey
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| (Burn like gin and honey)
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| Sip it slow, and tell me babe when you feel it
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| Got me so used to the taste, learn to love it, hm
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| In too deep now, hear your body calling
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| Turned up too loud
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| I could never put you away
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| Turn around and you’re still dripping off me
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| We could be this faded for days
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| Burn it all down, clean it up come morning
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| More than I can take
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| Already feeling funny
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| I can’t stay away
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| You burn like gin and honey
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| (Burn like gin and honey)
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| Make it easy for me, when you burn like gin & honey
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| Filthy sweet as can be
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| And it feel like dripping honey
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| Baby drown me in that honey
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| You burn like gin and honey
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| More than I can take
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| Already feeling funny
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| I can’t stay away
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| You burn like gin and honey |