| I wanna taste you, your lips look sweet like pumpkin pie
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| Plump and juicy and oh so fly
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| Succulent like a peach in spring
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| I love doin' the nasty thing
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| And when I get you to my crib you’ll love my layout
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| Close you in and eat my way out
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| Go on a mission of love espionage
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| And let me give you a tongue massage
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| Gently licking from head-to-head
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| You reach climax in my bed
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| Some of my friends fret Smooth B
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| You shouldn’t do it smoothly; |
| you shouldn’t pursue it
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| But I love the way the girls stay on my tip when I clam dip
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| And I say
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| Group sex, let’s have sex on a beach
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| Skins, I’m sticking to 'em just like a leach
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| Especially if she’s sweet like a peach
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| Write a little poetry, say a little speech
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| Tell 'em right now no date at the beach
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| Girlfriend, don’t front, don’t play
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| Let me lick you up and down like a tasty cake
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| Let’s have a little picnic down by the lake
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| My honey bun, my Susie Q
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| Let my trademark in Kalamazoo
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| For hitting skins from the back like a hit you
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| And I say
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| When I guy gets a girl a behind the bedroom door x3
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| Sex, sex, sex is a layer-layer law when I guy gets a girl behind the bedroom
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| door
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| Sex, sex, sex x3
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| Hook x7 |