| Mix it with mine, with yours
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| if the othordox ways crime
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| ingnorance tricks the men
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| sting again
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| like porcupine
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| skin complexion
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| won’t give direction
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| hail to mulatto
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| italiano
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| farrago
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| anything with a twist yo for the night flows hot like sirocco
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| mix with all for the ritual.
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| Win skin like Marlon Brando
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| in the last tango
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| now I’m single
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| in the disco
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| club schizo
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| when the disk spins loud colloyuial go.
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| Juices up loosen up let the lust overflows my cup pop.
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| Mix it with mine, blend it with yours.
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| Seeking a true force melange.
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| Never mind
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| check the signs
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| intertwine,
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| cool: melange.
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| Ascetic aspects get no contact
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| amatory looks for hot sex,
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| screaming from your voice box, larynx
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| o yeah!
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| Steppin’to a girl that basically is way out of your league
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| out of reach,
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| but the peach
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| makes lips glisten,
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| blushin’your cheeks,
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| hold the courage and the guts
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| aided by Millerquads or Buds
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| alcohol creates the stud
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| to strut
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| in perfect duds
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| so much for phase one,
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| it takes one line to flake out son
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| as you glance
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| top — bottom, butt
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| gives the shakes on shoot the gift
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| for swift quick linguistic
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| let libido uplift,
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| arrange the melody
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| on the Freud theraphy tip
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| figure you have potential,
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| she wetting lips.
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| It was a test,
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| now your perfect match
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| cos’the fire is lit.
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| Background unknown
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| but the sex drives the prone
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| get the conversation on,
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| and dig out ones skulls to bone. |