| As I approach the outer rim
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| Pray to God you’ll let me in
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| So we can fill this hole
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| Between us
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| I know that I’ve been wrong
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| But I know where I belong
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| And I’mma fly between the moons
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| Of Venus
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| Ooh
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| Prepare your ship for docking
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| My probe is set for interlocking
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| Between the cheeks of love
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| The cheeks of love
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| As I look into your eye
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| It’s as brown as chocolate pie
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| Stanky sweet like leaves in November
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| I know we’ve had too much space
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| And I’ve forgot that look upon your face
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| And I’ve been thinking 'bout that butt
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| I remember
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| Ooh
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| Open up that astro-door
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| 'Cause baby I’mma coming home
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| Between the cheeks of love
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| The cheeks of love
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| Between the cheeks of love
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| There lies a little story
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| That my mammy and my pappy
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| Told me when I was a boy
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| Between the cheeks of love
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| The cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Not the cheeks you’re thinking of
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| Not the cheeks you’re thinking of
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love
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| Deep between the cheeks of love |