| I bet’cha them bullets can surely blow,
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| Me back to hell all down we go,
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| Lick your belly and I make you smile I hear ya,
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| I’m achin' I’m milking the miles,
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| Honey I don’t mind.
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| Your trickin' me right?
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| I’m a tramp and I love you,
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| Hold me down,
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| Hold me down mesmerisin' me,
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| All the world can see,
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| I can sing oh!
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| Yeah I’m drivin' in the back seat of your love.
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| Shooting stars don’t make you see,
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| Your living on love I can feel its real,
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| Kiss your belly and I make a smile,
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| I hear ya, I’m achin',
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| I’m milkin' the miles,
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| No milk don’t melt in the back of my mouth,
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| I’m a tramp and I love you,
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| Hold me down, hold me down
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| No milk in the back of my mouth
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| No milk in the back of my mouth
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| No milk in the back of my mouth
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| Mesmerisin' me all the world can see,
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| I can sing oh yeah, don’t need no bore — a — tellin' - me you
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| Can have it all
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| Can have it all
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| Can have it all
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| I’m driving in the back seat of you love. |