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She’s moving awfully fast,
And I don’t think I can last.
She’s like a crosswalk, expecting me to cross,
In five seconds or less.
Give me twenty at best.
She’s making me kinda shy, with them lusting eyes.
And I’m not, I usually am the one to be told,
“You’re moving too fast.”
But I’m caught, by her things that rhyme with,
Bits of glass.
She’s not thirsty but parched.
For some body, not a heart.
She’s been walking for miles and she ain’t had a drink in a while.
She’s not thirsty but parched.
For some body, not a heart.
She thinks I’m an oasis and she wants more than a kiss.
She thinks I’m an oasis and she wants more than a kiss.
Now she’s touching me, and it’s easy to see,
That she wants me, that she wants me.
And my pants are like a mirror, and she sees herself clearer,
When she’s staring at me, when she hears me sing.
And I’m not, I usually am the one to be told,
“You’re moving too fast.”
But I’m caught, by her things that rhyme with,
Bits of glass.
She’s not thirsty but parched.
For some body, not a heart.
She’s been walking for miles and she ain’t had a drink in a while.
She’s not thirsty but parched.
For some body, not a heart.
She thinks I’m an oasis and she wants more than a kiss.
She thinks I’m an oasis and she wants more than a kiss.
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