| I may be smokin' on herb, but I’m feelin' like you body’s made of gold, girl
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| Sing it to me now
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| Love, sex, what culminates?
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| I may be better being on my own
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| But your body’s right in front of me, screaming for more
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| Love, sex, what culminates?
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| I may be better being on my own
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| But you body’s got me cravin' you all night long
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| Sugar sweet lips got me feelin' too good girl
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| Cotton candy hips, you’ve been messin' up my world, uh
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| I wouldn’t stop it if I could, but U think that I should, girl (Oh)
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| I’ve been addicted to the feelin' that you give me, butterscotch up in this
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| love, girl
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| Oh, no
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| Oh, no no no
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| Oh, no no no
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| Oh, no no no no no no no
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| Woo, woo
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| Butterscotch bliss got me dreamin' of our bed, girl
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| Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all aroung my head, girl
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| Last night you got me thinkin' that the Devil’s in control, girl
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| I may be smokin' on herb, but I’m feelin' like you body’s made of gold, girl
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| Sing it to me now
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| Love, sex, what culminates?
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| I may be better being on my own
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| But your body’s right in front of me, screaming for more
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| Love, sex, what culminates?
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| I may be better being on my own
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| But you body’s got me cravin' you all night long |