This punky clubwas spinning fores off a funky tee
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I'm on the floor and she's watching me
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Guess she was fine with a head to thigh inspection
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With my back against the wall I play it casually
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Man, I don't know but when she smiled at me
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And started grinding her arse on the horn of some dirty trumpet
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I had to say something
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Camera shy, no style, getting it right I said I wanna take you home, tonight.
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And she said
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*Let me take you to a place I know
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Right beside the dirty little picture.
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Love me if you like, but I'm not what you need.
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And nothing comes for free. Isn't it cheap
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As soon as she got me alone there was no(huh) hesitation
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And she started taking off all her clothes to Lady Paris singing
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I was jacking her up all night with a lethal injection
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The way she alomost put up a fight, was so close to perfection
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Tired eyes, no ties, turn on the light I want to see what gets you hot, tonight.
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And she said
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[Repeat*]
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isn't it cheap, when I'm down on my knees.
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Talking sweet just to meet your demands. See your
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delight as your stealing my night
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Just to play it straight in to my hands
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[Repeat*]
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Isn't It Cheap
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