lyrics
Smoldering, withering, Draw me out, I desire a taste of you
Sickness, complex turns to obsession, I learned my lesson but I still want a taste of you
Dance closer, grind in time with the gabber drum.
When we're dancing the light directs, you the chosen one.
Hips move elastic, I smile, your fuck's now on my brain
Cum mix, we copulate on a higher plain
Fire, fire, fire, Fire, Fire
I don't need no water let my throat burn, burn
Sex, sex, sex, fire fire, burn bitch
You're got my full attention, please make the most of it
My style is soft and cunt. You wanna steal my funk.
Willingly, I gave it up, you dance meticilous.
You move like you da' best. I expected nothing less.
You feel that bump bump. Drop it low, follow the kick and
I wanna be your lover, even for a moment
The heat of your body's baking me, I'm a muffin rising
Glitter pink mentality, all black at a white party
Come over here, dance on me, hands up, we're cumming
Ejaculate on dance floors, DJ spins a little more
It's five in the morning, I'm still dancing and I want more
A Queen atop Nintendos, Touch me bitch, I'm glamour
Yeah, I wanna fuck but don't pull my track, I'm not a whore
Bitch is a term of endearment, wear it like a medal
Fag is a cigarette or bunch of sticks, so light it up
light it up, light it up, c'est la chaleur
You did not do your homework, you must brush up on your French
Did you do your homework?
Brush up on your lingo!
credits
from
Body of Work,
released December 12, 2012
© The House of Augustine, 2011.
Produced, Composed, Arranged, Engineered and Performed by S. Poole.
Contains a sample of "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears.
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