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Jul 2013
Shimmy on down to the floor
The space between my eyes and your body
Never really becomes all that far
Waltz on closer, babe, it's time for a run
Down the block, keep your locks locked
Because we're gonna have some fun

They said you were fast but whoa
I never expected this
Like a bolt of lightning, honey you're so frightening
All I wanted was a kiss
No, I never, I never expected this

I got the feeling that you
You were an idealist
By just the way your hips move
You could make the Dean's List
With that mouth of yours, you can do wonders
Nobody talks like you, they just dribble out words
Compared to the way your tongue thunders
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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