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tufa alvi Mar 2014
Tattoos, piercings and she just learned to twerk
She ain't got a heart or a ***, just her brains
Gotta ask cause her *** on a learning curve
And she love to hurn the berb, I mean burn the word
That's only legal with a doctors note
Real deep pockets like a doctors coat
Stay fitted like Diddy, hair back tryna rock the boat
She the first mate wanna rock the boat
She never forget to ride like a bicycle
She like planes, trains, chains with icicles
It goes her, blank, blank, and rock & roll
She says, "I know, honey bunny that's a funny thing."
Watch her twerk for a goodfella
She money dance with the money team
tufa alvi Mar 2014
She said it's her first time
I think she might have lied
Feels so good ****, and I don't know why
I'm addicted, something like a headache
Got me twisted, but still I gotta have it
Explosive, explosive (I could still smell her perfume)
It's not hard to notice, that I'm open
Hypnotized by the way she moves
tufa alvi Mar 2014
she started dancing, ****** romancing
Nasty but she fancy, lipstick on my satin sheets
What's your nationality? I wonder if there's more of you
She's got my attention, she's confident
tufa alvi Mar 2014
Focused, I'm focused
She got a body like that
I ain't never seen nothing like that
Like a fantasy in front of me
I think that something special is going down
That's right I think she foreign
I think she foreign, got passports
Mi amor started slow, got faster
She gon' work some more, work some more
No stopping her now, no stopping her now
tufa alvi Mar 2014
the book is open
the pages are black

the words are mean
they only take me back
cos i know how to read them
slay their corpse in eternal hell
tufa alvi Mar 2014
Seventeen...
we were young, i didn't know about love
now looking back i still remember your touch
so foolish of me to love you and, let you go
But now i have been there, done it , messed around,
after all that, this is what i have found
nobody wants to be alone,
if you touched by the words of this,
songs and baby...
tufa alvi Mar 2014
We.
In a table together
choked with warm colors
of our skin.
Suspended by the music
my breaths
and your prayers.
Hostages of our desires.
Trapped by life.
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