Your hands are soft
Your hands are soft just like silk
You're a drop of blood
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk
Your hands are soft
Your hands are soft just like silk
You're a drop of blood
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk
When Shirin does her magic
To my frizzy straws
Immigration and tax represantatives
Stumbled upon the lot
But what if it reaches the government
That you have a beauty salon
In your own apartment
I won't tell anyone!
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin
I won't tell anyone!
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin
I won't tell anyone!