| I was checking out the Ritz hotel, in the middle of a Paris afternoon
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| My baby nude, my baby sweet, my baby got a perfect ass
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| Electric lips on endless legs, chaotic fury on breathless heels
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| My baby goddess is the reign of high voltage queens
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| A kamikaze body that blows up sex in your dream
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| Satan’s daughter kills with the perfume of her moves
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| As she walks through the lobby turning man’s eyes into steam
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| The lady is nude, damn! |
| The model is real
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| She turns me on, she turns you on. |
| She turns every single fucking life form on
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| She doesn’t care of your control. |
| She doesn’t give a fuck of your smart rock’n
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| roll
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| You wanna try? |
| Try me and die? |
| Give me some love. |
| Yes show me what you’ve got
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| I’ve got it all. |
| When nothing hides. |
| I wanna try
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| And while her chest so synchronized with the flying of her mane
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| She keeps going her machine-gunning with her style… a hurricane
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| Now let them shake and shake for me and shake it yes, yes shake it only
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| My baby nude, my baby streaks, my baby with her perfect ass
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| She turns me on, she turns you on. |
| She turns every single fucking life form on
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| She doesn’t care of your control. |
| She doesn’t give a fuck of your smart silicon
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| You wanna try? |
| Try me and die? |
| Give me some love
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| And then show me what you’ve got. |
| You’ve got it all. |
| When nothing hides
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| You want it all
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| You wanna try? |
| You just wanna try? |
| Try me and die? |
| You want it all
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| Then show me first what you’ve got. |
| Bring me your lust. |
| Give me your sins
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| Forget it all. |
| Now show me please what you’ve got. |
| You are the one
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| That’s why I whisper your name. |
| Don’t run away
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| Just show me now what you’ve got. |
| If you are real. |
| You’ve got it all
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| Over the night. |
| She’s watching my fall. |
| Live on a mud lane
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| She’s gotta make me some |