“I could write my name underneath your smooth skin And wipe it clean with sweet gentle kisses”, he uttered I know nothing turns you on I know nothing drives you crazy You sure do have a thick skin To resist all my dirty tricks I will find a way in between your skin If need be, crawl through those hidden paths Or climb those tall walls till I could find that jack pot. Where just a finger would move you into my world.
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