| Remember when we started having sex
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| Remember when I first got it wet
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| Call after call tryin to hook it up
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| Remember when we thought it was love
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| Fussin and fightin all of the time
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| Remember when I said it was mine
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| I can think of numerous times
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| On your couch, on your porch, takin my time
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| You always unlock myself
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| Oh you know you do me so well
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| Come before breakfast you know what I want
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| I like it from the back to the front
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| You never pulled no stunts
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| We might make love and then not speak for months
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| There’s so many times
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| So many times
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| We done hooked up, so many times
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| Tell me your favorite and I’ll tell you mine
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| There’s so many times
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| Tell me your favorite and I’ll tell you mine
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| Remember when we went on the lake
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| You wasn’t scared of the snakes
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| Out in the woods, nobody but us
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| There was no reason to rush
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| Down on the ground, dirt all around
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| I still remember the sounds
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| And everytime you wear your braids
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| I get flashbacks of the day at lake
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| Cool me down before I melt
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| You know how good that it felt
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| In the back of the truck at the mall
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| So many times I recall
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| But it I had to choose one
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| I would go with the day you almost had me sprung
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| There’s so many times
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| So many times
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| We done hooked up, so many times
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| Tell me your favorite and I’ll tell you mine
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| There’s so many times
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| Tell me your favorite and I’ll tell you mine
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| Moan and Groan on the floor
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| Tossin, Turnin, and Pushin
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| To and to the flutish
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| Being wit you is a fetish
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| You think it’ll stop girl forget it
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| Positions are invented
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| I can see us at a weddin
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| Speaking of you tryin to get it
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| We both are like magnets
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| Because we’re always attachin
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| Both of us gotta have it
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| Plus we keep each other laughin
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| You never can tell what’ll happen
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| Always stickin and jabbin
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| All over scratchin and grabbin
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| I don’t think I’ll ever break this habit
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| There’s so many times
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| So many times
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| We done hooked up, so many times
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| Tell me your favorite and I’ll tell you mine
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| I want it like I’m fresh out of jail
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| There’s so many times
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| Tell me your favorite and I’ll tell you mine |