Those big shots
bragging bout that "jackpot"
The ones with the same disarming routine
please, you're known as a player machine
but I gotta hand it to you
I want you on my menu
ooo the way that body sizzles
burning me up, I'm gonna need some towels
Oh and those damn lips
can't wait for them to unzip
So tender so tasty and oooo so touchable
like cotton candy you are so lovable
You're like a sharpie super fine
if I stole your heart and you stole mine
wouldn't that be the perfect crime?
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