A young woman fills her stomach
With Pastis and complex
She feels the glances
Like smoke in her hair
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Soft through her sex she creeps
Waiting for the fall
Favourite time is patience time
Shakes her to the ground
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There's a way for her to know
What she wants to get
She dreams of marvellous positions
No man could ever believe
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She makes up her red red mouth
For her to greet the flies
It's a spark of promiscuity
It's a spark of life
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