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Smokin' with the dope boys, play me a song.
Rollin' with the sexy boys, please rub against my booty & drag me along.
Let me smoke one of your cigarettes, my nails painted in red.
Crimson like the seats of your car,
please pull my hair as you pull me into you bed.
Get out, I say get the fuck out of my head,
I just keep on thinkin' about you & how good I'd be at giving you head.
Yeah, yeah, yeah baby, givin' it 'til ya dead,
put the chrome to my dome, paint the walls in red.
Crimson, like the strapless dress I wore
to come over & stay the night,
lemme be your whore.
You're seeping into my every anxious pore;
give it to me, baby, give me way more.
I want you to lock all the doors & throw me roughly to the floor.
Tear open my button-down flannel,
turn up, turn up, turn up the channel,
don't want your mama hearing me be saddled.
on that, on that, on that
High thrown, clothes thrown
You so boned
I'm not a slut but you feel like home.
When you're inside of me,
I finally feel alright.
Call me a slut, whore, slore -
I couldn't possibly care more.
I think I'm addicted to you,
& that cock, or...
your love that explodes inside me as you let out that last sexy moan.
I know I'ma be gettin' it again in the morn'.