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I'm watching her fine ass, walk up my stairs,
close my front door behind her, no one else compares,
lay down chest first as i start the repairs,
massaging out all knots and wiping away all tears,

falling for you like you booby trapped a blind mans house,
i'll lift you up like you stood on a vent with a blouse,
nothing small like what you use to catch a mouse,
you're more for caring acts so your eyes don't douse,

i hope to you i'm not just some moving hands,
know you can have a choice from all of your fans,
well i'll take your plans and chug some cans,
cuddle as close as i can after smoking a couple grams,

i can look in your face and know the lovin's good,
hear the purr of your engine without poppin the hood,
lets not let what we have be another could be,
cause what we would be is surely not what we should be.