The stares your hips give me
The movement of the sway and the bump
Like music guiding my thoughts
Down to your thighs where my life opens up
The pressure constantly building
I never want to be numbed
The stares your hips give me
The movement of the sway and the bump
Like music guiding my thoughts
Down to your thighs where my life opens up
The pressure constantly building
I never want to be numbed
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