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Well, here she comes, look at that
Watch her legs move like that
Eyes like jewel and skin like gold
Face like God and breath has gone
Super beast around her neck
Taste the night, no sleep yet
All black clothes tend to arose
This is you on the private show
I can't even see myself
Well, here she comes, look at that
I didn't know she's strong like that
Fallen angel on her back
I didn't know she scratch like that
Black clothes tend to arose
This is you on the private show
Super beast around her neck
Taste the night, no sleep yet
I can't even see myself
Written by: Allan Van Cleave, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, James Robert Staebler
