| Spicy. |
| this is how hot it gets
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| Burning fever, the wicked get no rest
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| And just let me lay you down to sleep
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| Spicy. |
| a peppery, lovely treat
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| When you come around at night and then you turn down the lights
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| I’d love to see you in black. |
| No, don’t you turn your back
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| I got the means to be treatin' you right
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| But then again I guess I just not might
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| So if you want to love it with me
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| You’ve just got to do with the Spicy
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| One more time, I gotta get myself another rhyme
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| So I can say these words sweetly, softly spoken in your ears
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| Gently… no memories, no fears
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| Cool as ice, a chill on your body
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| Your feminine flavor, it kinda makes me wonder
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| If it’s too much spice, will my tongue tell me lies?
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| Lovely, I don’t think I’ll know for real
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| I’ve got to feed the demons in the sea
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| Men don’t have to be what they don’t want to be
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| In my dreams, I am the spicy treat
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| Spice to flavor but please be discreet
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| Spice to flavor but please be discreet… |