| I got my sunlight laughs and my moonlight grins
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| And the ladies like whiskey and the boys drop gins
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| When all the mas and the pas tell 'em please to go away
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| And when all the motherf***ers were coming out to play
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| That’s when I’m rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You hear me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You see me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You feel me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| All the fellas call my name and the girlies pull my hair
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| They like my ties and my shoes and f*** 'em if they dare, now
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| Scream it loud if you can, lookin' lookin' mighty fine
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| The way you move, shake your head, lick your lips, now they’re on me
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| 'Cos now I’m rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You hear me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You see me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You feel me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| (Up on?) my heads and my toes, my skins and my bones
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| And the whole earth shakes from the rattle of your moans
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| And when the sunlight laughs and the moon comes in
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| You’re desperate, my lady, when you hear me rollin' in
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| Rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You hear me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You see me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| You feel me rollin' in, rollin' in
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| Rollin' in, rollin' in |