Proper isn¡¯t what you call this
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Infatuation, let it ring
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Oh, the walls are singing as she bites her lip and smiles up at me
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Body turns so she twists the bed sheets
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a writing code, she wants me to know
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that she¡¯s ready
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and I¡¯m ready to go
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sitting on the hot seat
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crown me sexy
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rely on the senses
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that don¡¯t have a face
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I belong to you
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I belong to you
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You¡¯re sitting on the hot seat
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I¡¯ll crown you sexy
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Kiss me your majesty
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at your will or whatever
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I belong to you
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I belong to you
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Decent isn¡¯t what you call this
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Bodies craving
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Bodies hot and shimmering
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Oh, I love your singing
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I feel as if I should be the one to
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Entwined here in shape and rhythm
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I read the stories your body tells
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Like the things you need
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and the things you¡¯ll give me
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Baby you¡¯re beautiful
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But you¡¯re dangerous when you know it
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And you know it
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Because it¡¯s written on my mouth
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And you taste it
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sitting on the hot seat
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crown me sexy
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rely on the senses
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that don¡¯t have a face
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I belong to you
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I belong to you
|
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You¡¯re sitting on the hot seat
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I¡¯ll crown you sexy
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Kiss me, your majesty
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at your will or whatever
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I belong to you
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I belong to you
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Baby you¡¯re beautiful
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But you¡¯re dangerous when you know it
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And you know it
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Because it¡¯s written on my mouth
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And you taste it
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Baby you¡¯re beautiful
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But you¡¯re dangerous when you know it
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And you know it
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Because it¡¯s written on my mouth
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And I taste it
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sitting on the hot seat
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crown me sexy
|
rely on the senses
|
that don¡¯t have a face
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I belong to you
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I belong to you
|
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You¡¯re sitting on the hot seat
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I¡¯ll crown you sexy
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Kiss me, your majesty
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at your will or whatever
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I belong to you
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I belong to you
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Your Will Or Whatever
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Rory |