| I’m your door to door lover
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| I’m your cyclone pacifier
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| I’m your cheap trick honey
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| And my baby’s my bionic liar
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| I don’t bleed cause the gasoline
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| That flows right through my veins
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| I’m a motor at heart
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| And if I don’t start
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| I get pissed off just the same
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| Your high heeled river of love
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| Is drippin down your thighs
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| It seems like my lover’s
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| Finally satisfied
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| Blow my whistle, rock me little dove
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| Rock my missile, blow me little dove
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| She’s a super sex junkie for money
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| Sometimes she does it for fame
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| She prefers cash to a hot seat on the dating game
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| I’d like to seize ya, I’d like to please ya
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| By customizing your frame
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| With the oil of lover, that some keep in a glove
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| But I just let it spray
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| Your high heeled river of love
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| Is drippin down your thighs
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| It seems like my lover’s
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| Finally satisfied
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| Blow my whistle, rock me little dove
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| Rock my missile, blow me little dove
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| Your high heeled river of love
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| Is drippin down your thighs
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| It seems like my lover’s
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| Finally satisfied
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| Blow my whistle, rock me little dove
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| Rock my missile, blow me little dove |