As the moment grows near
I picture her fine rear
As im drivin I 35 eyes too the rear
I see my old life miles away
And when I reach that door
You best believe
ill be picturing how much of a lil whore ill make her tonight
As im just slow talking
and pouring wine
I picture her kissing my neck and whispering my name
oh yeah this time ain't the same
it means more then ****** and forgettin the name
She a kinda girl I stay to the morning for
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
As the moment grows near
I picture her fine rear
As im drivin I 35 eyes too the rear
I see my old life miles away
And when I reach that door
You best believe
ill be picturing how much of a lil whore ill make her tonight
As im just slow talking
and pouring wine
I picture her kissing my neck and whispering my name
oh yeah this time ain't the same
it means more then ****** and forgettin the name
She a kinda girl I stay to the morning for
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