‘Fess It, Girl

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All because you said
It ain’t proper
Yeh, you rock
In your rocker
Ain’t it fantasize what you’re fittin’ now
Your eyes confess
Your heart is depressed
True loving you get no…

You know you gotta con…
…fess it girl…
You know you gotta con…
…fess it girl…

Say, your coochie
Feels alright
Overbooking
Everynight
If you do it
Do it right
Way you`re cooking
You own food http://foed.es/cialis/ every single night…

Now you don’t need to con…
…fess it, girl…
Now you don’t need to con…
…fess it, girl…

All my senses
Up on top
When you touch me
Believe it or not
All my body
Feels, oh, damn right
Way you`re cooking
Your own food every home at night…