monday rush I'm sposed to skip
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but i just found sunday in your hips
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magic in the fingertips and lips
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electric touch solar kiss
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thoughts wrangled up
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legs tangled up
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baby do this feel good angled up?
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can't be expressed by a single fuck
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wanna gently caress it and bang it up
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and your smile just seems so comfortable
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sure wish this clock wasnt functional
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sposed to be punctual and not keep the boss waitin'
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but the sheets sweatin' and the cieling's pulsating
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music from the birds and cars with beat
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stop pause repeat
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the stars release
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you know most of my time belongs to the boss
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baby hold on tight this is ours to use
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i just wanna lay around all day in bed with you x4
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givin' head to you
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what time is it? x4
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every sober morning with you
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is like were drunk at the super 8
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were laughing and planning in between
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while we recuperate
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we communicate with mouths fingers and hands
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cell phones with clocks
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a thousand free minute plans
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lose me in the details
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break the codes
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'til all the good breakfast spots is closed
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rich folks gots to knows
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its about controllin' these minutes
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they can party cuz we work 'til our lower back goes
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the world outside seems claustrophobic
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under cover of you is where my thoughts exploded
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now back to our ancient lost aerobics
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and the study of how bodies may be tossed and folded
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'sposed to get up for work
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and ride on through
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but last week he paid me with an I.O.U.
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i go to work at nine if he don't pay me by five
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imma burn the place down by five o two
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cuz when we give em all of our ticks on the clock
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they stack chips on the knot
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we get pissed on a lot
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we need a twist on the plot
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but before we head to work
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scoot a little to the left
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let me kiss on the spot
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i just wanna lay around all day in bed with you x5
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givin' head to you
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what time is it? x4
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babe we gotta go
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i know baby
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but you know its hard to pull away from you
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cuz we go together like grits and cornbread
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you silly
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you know we stick together like peanut butter and jelly
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we all over each other like white on rice
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horny
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we be in bed together like bush and hussein
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what?
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i said, we be in bed together like George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein
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I Just Wanna Lay Around All Day In Bed With You
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The Coup |