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Hmm...body to body
Naughty thoughts calm my temper
You say your church is wearing down
So let's remodel your temple
You belong in magazines
From 1 to 12, you're Ms. December
Best for last, take this cash
And let's do what I'm into
Your aura's Aurora and should be
Kept sacred like the Torah
I can make six points of why you're a star
And I adore ya
I'll go out of my way to lay
And never bore ya
You're my goal in life
And I'm just a scorer
So here we are, just me and you
What is there to do?
Make the right moves and I'll be out
This 3-piece suit
Standing over you
You like your peasants'-eye-view?
And your blouse on the night stand
Panties on the ceiling fan
Wait, you say you have a man?
Leave him babe, he'll understand

She's quite cancerous and seductive
She captures my heart, my lungs, she keeps it Marlboro 100
And maybe baby we can do a little something
Off the wall
You know I like how you look when you crawl
Beg for more while I sip my jack and you give me a toss
You can have it all
If every night's like this
Be it romantic or gory
We'll dwell in the bliss or the abyss
You're so special
I'm kidding, don't get your hopes up
Spread them open
I'm digging for a gush, no gold rush
Pry open those thighs
I gotta tell you a surprise
I'm Pinocchio, so sit on my face while
You moan and I tell you lies