| Ain’t a cardinal sin, baby lemme in, girl I’m gonna treat you right
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| Well goodness sakes, my snake’s alive and it’s ready to bite
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| Hornet’s nest, lay me down to rest, ooh I wanna shed my skin
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| I got the urge to merge, you’re cold as ice, baby won’t you lemme in
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| Night scenes, wet dreams, enough to make you drool
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| And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
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| Don’t like to dress, talk too good, but I found my queen
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| Not too clean, know what I like, if you know what I mean
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| Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
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| Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
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| This must be love, fits like a glove
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| Well it must be love, it must be love — fits like a glove — fits like a glove
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| Feel the heat, driver’s seat, my blessing is my curse
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| Think I’m gonna burst, a gonna burst, a gonna burst
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| Night scenes, wet dreams, enough to make you drool
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| And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
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| Ooh baby, babe — fits like a glove
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| Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah — fits like a glove — fits like a glove
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| Cause when I go through her, it’s just like a hot knife through butter, ooh yeah
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| Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
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| Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
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| Fits like a glove — well it must be love, it must be love — fits like a glove
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| Fits like a glove — well it must be love, it must be love
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| Fits like a glove |