| Jamillia knew that from the start it wasn’t going to work
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| The call you’re waiting for but never comes drives me berserk
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| And little Jam slips around to shuffle near to Kirk
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| He smiles when he sees her and she returns the smirk
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| Jamillia I wanna feel ya up
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| And lift your skirt right over your head
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| Other guys they wanna steal ya
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| But in the end you’ll sleep in my bed
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| Jamillia I wanna feel ya up
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| And lift your skirt right over your head
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| Other guys they wanna steal ya
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| The time it __________ and with it subtle pain
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| And dripping as the tears seemed the same as falling rain
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| A storming silent passion but cerebral not to tame
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| Her entertaining what the masses want for all it’s just the same
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| Jamillia I wanna feel ya up
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| And lift your skirt right over your head
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| Other guys they wanna steal ya
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| But in the end you’ll sleep in my bed
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| Jamillia I wanna feel ya up
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| And lift your skirt right over your head
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| Other guys they wanna steal ya
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| It fades away too soon and in just a couple days
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| My _________ freely lifts up in all its many ways
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| For years pass, now I know I made a big mistake
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| Your eyes can illustrate in one look a simple craze
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| But though we can’t reconcile what is past
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| You know my deepest thoughts but in the shallow end you cast
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| And though my thoughts are with you in an ordinary frame
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| My mind’s a dirty thing and will forget just the same
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| Jamillia I wanna feel ya up
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| And lift your skirt right over your head
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| Other guys they wanna steal ya
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| But in the end you’ll sleep in my bed
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| Jamillia I wanna feel ya up
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| And lift your skirt right over your head
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| Other guys they wanna steal ya |