| At the final I could see your soul
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| I bet you she can do it through the thousands
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| You need me
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| I could feel it now,
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| I could lay it on still till the day draws
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| A train near, a horrid sound
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| I know it’s all gone but you’re round
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| And how she knows, a shame now
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| And how she knows, a shame now
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| Way between your legs now, baby
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| I got my hands on your head now, baby
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| I’m waiting for my textile baby
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| I’m just waiting for my textile baby
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| Now I’m way between your legs now, baby
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| I got my hands on your head now, baby
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| I’m waiting for my textile baby
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| I’m just waiting for my textile baby
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| Oh yes, after, cease to do
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| How we loved, how we ride, and how we cried
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| Sudden move, your choose le black
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| Summer school drooling on a jeweler’s back
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| You’re running through a fooler’s tracks
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| You’re coming through smoother that you knew you had
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| I’m proving you, got moods to craft
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| I’m proving you, ain’t as cruel as that
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| I’m proving you, or you can lose the straps
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| I’m proving you can do it and you’ll do it fast
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| Wave it to your left now, baby
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| I got my hands on your head now, baby
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| I’m waiting for my textile baby
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| I’m just waiting for my textile baby
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| Now wave it to your left now, baby
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| I got my hands on your head now, baby
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| I’m waiting for my textile baby
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| I’m just waiting for my textile baby |