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Black magic woman. frozen in poses up in my room with
no clothes, cept the light of the moon and
you slow pole dancing, the movement in ya body so elusive
reminds me of a girl I went to school with
switch it up, I always wanted a stripper to take pictures of
It's "non-smoking" but we couldn't really give a fuck
lay on your back, purse your lips and take a deeper puff
I'll get above, show me where to stick my fingers up..
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Vogue, strike a pose, Vie en Rose
talking that dirty talk but you speaking beyond prose
and we beyond clothes, dark neon glows
and every move you make you keeping me on toes
the star of the show, flash one, flash two
show me what that ass do while I camera snap you
and ya tattoo, all up in the back room
while you tell me what you want me to put that pussy cat through
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U said, you like the way my lips sound on your flesh
especially when our mouths intersect
she sorta got this pounce in her step
bounce like automatic round in a tec
begging me to tie her hands up
how do you want it, rope or handcuffs
do me a favor and you just might make bail
but in my jail, it's fifty shades of greyscale