| Got on the little dress you like
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| The champagne is sitting on ice
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| With strawberries and candle lights
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| My heels about 7 inch high
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| The slit is running up my thigh
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| You the king, daddy, it’s yours tonight
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| You’re just so turned on that you can’t even breathe
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| Your fingertips are all over me
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| No turning around cause
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| My contour is on the floor, french kisses for mi amor
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| You whisper to me, «I need some more»
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| Then you started losing control
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| Messing up my lipstick, pulling on my hair
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| Ruining my outfit, I don’t even care
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| You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man
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| Nothing but Egyptian cotton on the bed
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| Don’t you worry bout that, I jut wanna sweat
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| You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man
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| You keep on, messing up my lipstick
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| Ooh you’re messing up my lipstick
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| You keep on, you keep on messing up my lipstick
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| The dinner that I prepared for you
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| Is forgetting cold because we skipped right to
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| The dessert cause you were in the mood
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| But later on, I’ll heat it up
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| I’ll feed you boy, come eat it up
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| You’re just so turned on that you can’t even breathe
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| Your fingertips are all over me
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| No turning around cause
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| My contour is on the floor, french kisses for mi amor
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| You whisper to me, «I need some more»
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| Then you started losing control
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| Messing up my lipstick, pulling on my hair
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| Ruining my outfit, I don’t even care
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| You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man
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| Nothing but Egyptian cotton on the bed
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| Don’t you worry bout that, I jut wanna sweat
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| You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man
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| You keep on, messing up my lipstick
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| Ooh you’re messing up my lipstick
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| You keep on, you keep on messing up my lipstick
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| See baby, I just wanted to spice it up
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| Go hard before the night is up
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| Give you something unexpected
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| So you can’t say you’ve been neglected
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| Practice until it’s perfected
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| Cause pleasing you, that was my goal
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| So go ahead and lose control, baby
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| Messing up my lipstick, pulling on my hair
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| Ruining my outfit, I don’t even care
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| You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man
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| Nothing but Egyptian cotton on the bed
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| Don’t you worry bout that, I jut wanna sweat
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| You need to understand that I’d do anything for my man
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| You keep on, messing up my lipstick
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| Ooh you’re messing up my lipstick
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| You keep on, you keep on messing up my lipstick
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| You’re messin' up my lipstick |