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Sep 2016
She’s busting my eyes in that slinky top
Dreaming away in that tight, bright skirt
She owns my heart but she wants the room.

How about a day from today, hey?
How about it, hey?
How about it?

Cos I can already feel your hands on mine
Grabbing my t-shirt, grasping my thighs
She’s making me sweat
Looking **** in stilettos
Hot **** girl
You’re **** in stilettos
**** in stilettos
She’s **** in stilettos

High on your own image, hey?
Give me more of that smile, baby
Give me more of that **** smile

How about a day from today, hey?
How about it, hey?
How about it?

Cos I can already feel your hands on mine
Grabbing my t-shirt, grasping my thighs
She’s making me sweat
Looking **** in stilettos
Hot **** girl
You’re **** in stilettos
**** in stilettos
She’s **** in stilettos

Baby you’ve got my respect
Might as well go ahead, take my jacket
You own that slick red smile
I wanna feel that slick red smile

Cos I can already feel your hands on mine
Grabbing my t-shirt, grasping my thighs
She’s making me sweat
Looking **** in stilettos
Hot **** girl
You’re **** in stilettos
**** in stilettos
She’s **** in stilettos

13th July 2016
Adrian Newman
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Adrian Newman  24/Non-binary/Australia
(24/Non-binary/Australia)   
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