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Now shes doing the two step, with substance Slow quick, quick, slow (slow, quick, quick, slow) Slow, quick, quick, slow (slow, quick, quick, slow) Now that she's caught with pants around her ankles With bloodshot eyes, red parting lips (oh, woah-oh) With blood shot eyes, (oh, woah-oh) red parting lips I'm dressed in a fashion of a gentleman and she's in a fashion of a prostitute If I can give what she needs, so she can lie in my bed, And she'll taste my fucking lips, without tasting last nights fling And she will shed virgin skin, without feeling like a whore Take these burdens from your chest take some time to clean up this mess There's life on the other side of the bed But its lonely in this world without a stranger in your bed |