| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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| You hide your skin like you’re shy or there’s something wrong
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| You stylish when you got nothin' on, yeah
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| And all I do is make these fuckin' songs
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| So finally I made a fuckin' song
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| And now she comin' closer
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| Hope she crawls, she wanna jump my bones
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| You want it don’t ya?
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| I was a soldier, now I’m comin' home, the war is over
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| Kick down the door, I hold your bends, you never break
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| You need to smell your sweet aroma
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| See I knows you smell like cinnamon, kissin' your lips
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| I lick my fingertips and get your clitoris in the mix
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| My dick on business trips
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| My tongue twistin' is ticklin' just a little bit
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| I’m swimmin' inside of your skin like a river
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| In the Caribbean
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| It’s okay that you like it babe (I like it baby)
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| And it’s alright that you misbehave
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| It’s okay to be this way (this way)
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| To live this way baby baby (ooh baby)
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| Chillin' with the AC
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| That’s just the way that we are
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| You and me, super freaks here we are
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| I’m takin' care of each and every part
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| I opened up your legs and go straight for your heart
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| Said I’m too divine, I’m too divine yeah, too divine
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| Who am I? |
| Well, I’m Mr. Superfly
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| I’m Mr. Blew your, blew your mind, hot as June, July
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| I wanna make you waterfall
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| Girl you my painting, you my art installation
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| Gonna fuck you, put you on the wall
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| All I wanna do is show you off, I want to put you on
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| Why would I ever blow you off?
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| Right now, let’s go get lost
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| Just I’ve been way too hot for way too long
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| I’m so exhausted
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| Whether that’s your mind or line we still get crossed
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| First your name is gone
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| Never understand until you have to stand alone
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| Can I have a hand to hold?
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| A Band-Aid for my damaged soul, I paint the planet gold
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| I swear I’m Michelangelo, I don’t understand you so
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| They didn’t want a man when it was; |
| man I’m broke
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| But now they know me and what I don’t need
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| No Six, no Beamers, no Benz
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| That’s just the way that we are
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| You and me, super freaks here we are
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| I’m takin' care of each and every part
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| I opened up your legs and go straight for your heart
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| These hoes
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| These hoes
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| Taste this, taste, taste this
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| These hoes
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| Taste this, taste, taste this
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| These hoes |