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She's so fine, makes me lose my mind
I wish to apply my manhood
I'll be glad to go to her pad
And maybe the whole band could
I got to make a decision
To avoid a collision
She's so tuff, my knee's a little rough
From crawlin' on across her floor
If she'd place an order I'd drink her bath water
And not even use a chaser
I got to make a decision
To avoid a collision
Her lips are wet and I'd make a bet
She's been suckin' on her watermellon rind
She's a picture of wealth and I know myself
That I'd take what she leaves behind
I got to make a decision
To avoid a collision
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