| She’s always checkin’with her penthouse eyes,
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| Makes me stutter, gives me butterflies.
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| Got to have her, she pins me up with her penthouse eyes.
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| I wanna lie where her eagle flies,
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| She’s got my love pressure on the rise.
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| When I see her, she really rocks me with her penthouse eyes.
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| Don’t need excuse for graspin',
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| Can’t blame the boy for askin'.
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| One look sting you like a honey bee,
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| But it’s her eyes gonna set you free.
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| I wanna stretch her out in old Levi’s,
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| Got to have a little piece of paradise.
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| I got to have her, she pins me up with her penthouse eyes.
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| Don’t need excuse for graspin',
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| Can’t blame the boy for askin'.
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| There’s no escape let me tell you no lie,
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| She’s always lookin’with her penthouse eyes. |