| Your girl brings you fruit fresh in a basket
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| Your girl knows the question she don’t ask it
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| Your girl takes the front seat to be closer
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| Your girl doesn’t take much more to know her
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| She’ll give you the best head of your life
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| When you see that heavy look in her eyes
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| Baby like the first night
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| And she’s tired of waiting up for you
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| 'Cause she’s got a lot of things to do
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| Like the minefield she’s treading into
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| Just to get her message through
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| You gotta know that she’s the sensitive kind
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| And only tenderness can reach her right
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| Baby like the first night
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| Well you don’t say to the ocean stop your motion
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| These waves are irrational
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| And you don’t say to a rosebud no not this month
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| Rosie you’re delusional
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| Your girl sticks her tongue out in a downpour
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| Your girl picks herself up off the floor
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| Your girl by now she knows the score and
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| She’s there waiting at your door
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| Can you honestly say you’re tired
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| When she’s standing there like a bride
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| Ready for the first night
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| Love her like the first night
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| Love her like the first night
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| Or it’ll be the last time |