From his head to his toes
From his lips to his toes
I love this man in every piece of the close
From his jacket down to his shoes
From his pants to his shirt
Yuo should see the way this man moves makes a nun want to get down and flirt
But i gotta play it cool
as if he aint nothing but dirt
He moves his hips right
He moves his shoulders left
The girls scream and cry
In my head im saying give it a rest
But then it gets worse
He turns around looks me up and down
As he looks me up and down
A fever runs through my body only the lord would know
As he moves closer him and his crew
I have only one thing on my mind
And i can tell he does too
As his crew backs away
He takes my hand and begins to say...
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