| Watching
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| Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder
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| Fire in his eyes, hands getting bolder
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| Quiet, quiet
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| Growing excited
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| Dug him for his bank account, but really for
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| His private
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| Damn about a mindset
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| Really wasn’t into that
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| Needed me some pleasing, jon looking real fat
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| Laidback was his foreplay
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| All that was needed, needed was some of that
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| Started simple
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| Massaging on my temple
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| Pinching on my mountain peaks
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| That a sisters into
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| I responded,'Mmmmm.'
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| You like the sound, I like makin’it more
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| I fell for the rock and shore
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| Enough, he brought it close so I could really see
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| Up close he slid between my breast
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| Sweaty with lust and sweat
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| Rode Mt. Saint Scott 'til ooooo
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| Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
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| Blended with my all day Chanel scent
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| This freaking was incredulent, decadent
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| Flip side, stomach meets sheets
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| He plows inside as if he’s making beats
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| As if this year’s harvest depended on it
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| Bendin’on it
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| Back on my back old fashioned is renewed
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| Red toenail polish on whitewalls
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| Documenting this freaking, ahhhhh
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| I must'
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| Remember'
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| To thank him'
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| Later
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| No, no, no
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| No, no, no
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| I take charge of ship
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| Moving with my back and my hips
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| Like my ancestors did
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| Speaking the Bantu, Ranga and tonga
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| But I’ve gotta stop all that to make it longer
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| But it’s too late
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| I put him to sleep
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| Curled all up, spasm all in his feet
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| Feeling all proud like I did something deep
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| Ain’t really nothin’it’s the way that it be
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| North Philly sister repin’hard like me
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| But why do I feel so empty? |