Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear
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Make my honey
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Grind that salt before the rains come this year
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Make it all muddy
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So now you have called
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And now you want to ring my neck
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Oh baby you talk so tight
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Tell me now who's all wet
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I could kiss your promiscuous mind
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My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear
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Make us all alone
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Wind your watch and bless all my prayers
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Make ready to get home
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Oh now you get so hard
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Now you ring my neck
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Now you wanna talk so tight
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Tell me who's all wet
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I could kiss your promiscuous mind
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I could kiss your promiscuous mind
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Yes I could
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I have four lone stars
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That you have given me
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Yeah, why don't you give it baby
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Well, the feeling you're giving baby
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Tell me, what you give away
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Give it, give it, give it
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Song Of The Flesh
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The Black Crowes |