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hello, baby, you calledI can't hear a thingI have got

him; the Fashion of His...Loving him; the Fashion of His...Loving

uh-uh-uh...Meet me, meet me (Meet you want me, meet

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gon' grab the mics and get 'em off the wallSo

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1: Lady the toll to the angelsDrawing circles in

Arizona skyBurnin' in your eyesYou look at me and

it out, walk a mileServe it, ancient-city styleTalk it out,

only have the weekendYou can serve it to me,

kiss you and you lick your lips (I kiss you

HimerosGod of sexual desire, son of AphroditeLay back, and feast

You're giving me a million reasons to let you goYou're giving

read my, can't read myNo, he can't read my poker

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me something, boyAren't you tired tryna fill that void?Or