Texty

Mama, lick on me now No care Put me on the bad side Oh, so bad I wanna make you love Wanna, wanna watch your eyes Dip them in a honey glass Mirror mine Roll them high Wanna make them Drip away Way out Way out Oh, mama lick on me I'm as tasty as a red plumb Baby thumb Wanna make you love Wanna be wild animals Lay down in a shady den See the spring Color in Watch the stoney winter Drip away Way out Way out Take my eye Do not wonder why I've come to the crux I've looked it up and down Seen the trespassers trample themselves As the miser makes love with his wealth Convenience his love! Tripped away the summer days Some are gone Some are o.k. Summers gone Some are makin love I love to watch you Love to watch you Drip away Way out Way out
Writer(s): Eric Adam Avery, Perry Farrell, David Michael Navarro, Stephen Andrew Perkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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