| Hey baby, baby won’t you roll me
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| All the love you owe me
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| And I will burn that down
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| Because I’m a fien'
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| Just fiendin' for your love
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| I get to fussing and fighting all the time
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| When you move you make me know
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| Primal love make you back it up real slow
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| When she walk, she roll
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| When she talk, she glow
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| Help me find my sound
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| Keep me out them downs
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| You got to smish and a smash yo' humpty hump
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| You got to mix and a mash your golden rump
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| Get to freaking and grinding, stone cold funk
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| My sweet goddess radiates the life I love
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| C’mon, gimme your love
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| Like a painting by Vallejo, yeah
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| I’ll lift you up on high
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| Now here I come with my lightning
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| The Devil’s in your eyes
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| I may be right, I may be wrong
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| But I just don’t care
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| I’m running down this black river road
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| I hope to find you there (yeah!)
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| When you walk, you roll
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| When you talk, you glow
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| Help me find my sound
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| Keep me out them downs
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| Yes, I need and I want you every day
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| Got to have you in every single way
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| Ain’t no other kind of thing that I can say
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| Express your love, yes, you shine in every way
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| Like a painting by Vallejo
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| I’ll lift you up on high
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| Now here I come with my lightning
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| The Devil’s in your eyes
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| I may be right, I may be wrong
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| But I just don’t care
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| I’m running down this black river road
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| I hope to find you there
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| Yeah, find you there
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| Baby, gonna find you there
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| Because you know I’m your hunter
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| I’m gonna hunt you down
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| Well, they call me the hunter, baby
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| I’m gonna find you there |