Watching,
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Watching as he took the holder off his shoulder
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Fire in his eyes,hands getting bolder
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Quiet,quiet
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Growing excited
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Dug him for his bank account,but really for
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his private
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Damn about a mindset
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Really wasn't into that
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Needed me some pleasing,jon looking real fat
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Laidback was his foreplay
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All that was needed,needed was some of that
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Started simple
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Massaging on my temple
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Pinching on my mountain peaks
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That a sisters into
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I responded,"Mmmmm."
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You like the sound,I like makin'it more
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I fell for the rock and shore
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Enough,he brought it close so I could really see
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Up close he slid between my breast
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Sweaty with lust and sweat
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Rode Mt.Saint Scott 'til ooooo
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Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
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Blended with my all day Chanel scent
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This freaking was incredulent,decadent
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Flip side,stomach meets sheets
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He plows inside as if he's making beats
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As if this year's harvest depended on it
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Bendin'on it
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Back on my back old fashioned is renewed
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Red toenail polish on whitewalls
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Documenting this freaking,ahhhhh
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I must...
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Remember...
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To thank him...
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Later.
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No,no,no,
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No,no,no
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I take charge of ship
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Moving with my back and my hips
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Like my ancestors did
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Speaking the Bantu,Ranga and tonga??
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But I've gotta stop all that to make it longer,
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But it's too late
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I put him to sleep
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Curled all up,spasm all in his feet
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Feeling all proud like I did something deep
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Aint really nothin'it's the way that it be
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North Philly sister repin'hard like me
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But why do I feel so empty?
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Epiphany
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Jill Scott |