| There’s something about her eyes when she stares
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| Nothing penetrates, seems she doesn’t care
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| There’s something about the way she moves her lips
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| When she talks to me it feels just like a kiss
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| There’s something that she does me that I can’t explain
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| But when she does what she does, oh my God
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| It’s like oh my God, here we go again, here we go again
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| She’s so complex
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| She’s got me in this voodoo hex
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| She’s so complex
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| I’m so perplexed I guess it’s the sex
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| There’s something about the way she sighs
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| When I look into her eyes I swear I want to die
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| There’s something about the way she moves around
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| When she picks her clothes back up from off the ground
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| There’s something that she does me that I can’t explain
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| But when she does what she does, oh my God
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| It’s like oh my God, here we go again, here we go again
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| She’s so complex
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| She’s got me in this voodoo hex
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| She’s so complex
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| I’m so perplexed I guess it’s the sex
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| Smooth like the hi from champagne
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| Nothing’s plain a pain I can’t explain
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| She gets in my veins and she makes me tweak
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| She’s got class for days, and ass for weeks
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| She makes me wait before I peak
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| Can’t figure out her moods like a rubix cube
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| I’m all confused, don’t know what to do
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| Tied up in knots whether I like or not
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| That look on her face when we hit the spot
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| She’s so complex
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| She’s got me in this voodoo hex
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| She’s so complex
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| I’m so perplexed I guess it’s the sex |