Well is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and my hands are shaking as I'm sliding off my dress? I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck, than any girl you'll ever meet. Baby, you have me. Boy I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of. (8)
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