| Listen, I’m trying to see you slip in some tight jeans
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| So tight, it’s like you gon' rip through the side seams
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| Rewind. |
| I’m trying to see you stripping while I’m dimming
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| The lights gleam a little bit, it’s like the night scene
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| The moon glows off your hips, moves so provocative
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| Smooth like chocolate. |
| Grooving melodically
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| You move so loose that your moves make harmony
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| Since you in my life, it’s like a new light dawned on me
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| Put me in the zone like it’s just you and me
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| Alone, you know what Cupid do to me—arrows
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| Fly through the sky like medieval war’s going
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| On outside (Haha). |
| Did I mention?
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| No size could measure the love that I’m blessed with
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| No lies—I meant it. |
| No funds expected
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| She don’t run my credit up, no gold-digging hoes—save
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| Those for Kayne West, and I know you’re not a slut
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| Though you got that good sexing. |
| Word to my last sentence
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| (My last sentence)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| (And you and you and you)
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| Ma, why you always think
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| The kid stay cheating just ‘cause I’m doing shows
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| And studio on the weekend? |
| That’s why I’m freaking off
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| Creeping off with another chick. |
| You swear I’m bagging
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| Hoes at shows, cooking with no
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| Oven mitt. |
| Your caress? |
| I’m loving it, it’s so comforting
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| Why would I lie when you’re the prize I’ve coveted?
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| Without you in my life, it would be twice the suffering
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| I would be shiest and trife. |
| You be
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| Who I’m running with. |
| Now you got a son to get right
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| (Right, right) Well, me, I gotta write
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| These songs before the sunlight. |
| Life? |
| We got one, right?
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| Your passion keep me focused. |
| While you thought I was playing you
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| I took the time and wrote this (Wrote this, wrote this)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| (And you and you and you)
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| Girl, what the hell you doing to me?
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| The more I see you, the more I fiend, and I always see you
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| What do it mean? |
| It’s like you know voodoo
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| Spells, witchcraft, got me hypnotized
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| And I’m staring at your ass. |
| Now I realized our love
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| Is a occult, but the whole world see it
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| Can’t believe it like it’s magic. |
| My focus
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| Is you, I’m in the zone. |
| Even in a crowded room
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| We’re all alone. |
| I’m your puppet
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| Can’t save me from your sorcery. |
| Fight it? |
| I tried
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| But your beauty keep a force on me. |
| Are you a healer
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| Or a high priestess? |
| Because the top of Heaven looking
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| At you, I could reach this. |
| I always think
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| About you when we are apart. |
| You know you stay in
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| My heart (Forever, forever, forever)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| (And you and you and you)
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| Yo, in those khaki capris, busy beast
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| Right below the waist send me earthquake—oh!
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| (Oh!) Walk with a grace delicious to the mind’s eye
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| Like thoughts on a Sunday—wait! |
| (Mmm!) Wait
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| Is that your name? |
| Our shadow like fall leaves
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| Physique cherry blossom, I can’t wait to squeeze
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| Show up to the spot to hold me down with some green chi
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| My hands, her the pearl, gotta caress those hands
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| Back, and feet. |
| After a long flight overseas, see me
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| Struggle, you’re helpful to provide so much light to help
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| Me see these puzzles clearly. |
| Mongoose, (dead the light)
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| But ready to ease your troubles, so slender with the bubble
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| So much stuff in it like duffle, focused on detail
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| Your beautiful existence out of this world
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| Like Hubble. |
| Verse of ice can’t express how ill it is
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| To have you in my life (My life, my life)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| They never get old (Every day is brand new)
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| My feelings for you
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| (And you and you and you) |