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Jan 2013
Sometimes I feel it, yes I do,
I 'm wrapped around your finger, yes I am.
The way you do my head, it just ain't no good,
the way you do my head, it's nothing like a good girl should.


She slinks up behind you bro,
she's hid in the garden, don't you know.

Nobody could say she's before her time,
she will sneak up behind you
and commit the perfect crime...


But it's alright, yea it's okay,
I'll get what I can, just for today.
Yes it's alright, yea it's okay.
I'm getting just what I'm needing, just for today.



Well she'll slink up behind you bro,
she has hid out in the garden don't you know.

Nobody can say she's before her time,
she has hid in the garden, don't you know.
And nobody can say that she is before her time,
she will sneak up behind you and commit the perfect crime.


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