| No use crying over spilt milk
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| I bring her flowers and we watch them wilt
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| Naturally built theres nothing store bought
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| I ought to thank her folks for what shes got
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| Sex oozes from her every pore
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| So many butterflies my guts are sore
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| And even before she opens up her mouth
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| I know what shes thinking about
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| She fits like a glove
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| She’s as pure as a dove
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| She’s sent from above
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| She’s all I think of
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| She’s lovely
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| She’s all I think of
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| She’s lovely
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| She’s gorgeous
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| She goes against the grain
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| Extravaganza tastes like sugar cane
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| We got big plans whatever she chooses
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| Fky her to Hawaii maybe some cruses
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| I’ll explain it’s plain and simple
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| She’s like the cherry in a Shirley Temple
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| She’s the prize at the bottom of the glass
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| Her eyes are the way she shakes that ass
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| She fits like a glove
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| She’s as pure as a dove
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| She’s sent from above
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| She’s all I think of
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| She’s lovely
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| She’s all I think of
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| She’s lovely
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| She makes the sun come up and the moon go down
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| She the one that makes my world go round
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| Body like an hourglass
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| She’ll make time stop just to make the night last
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| She’s the one that knows my secret spot
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| She’ll make the coldest nights feel so hot
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| She ain’t into material things
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| But she’s the one that shows me what lovely means
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| She’s lovely
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| She’s all I think of
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| She’s lovely |