... I said no more teachers And no more books I got a kiss under the bleachers Hoping that nobody looks Lips like liquorish Tongue like candy Excuse me miss but can I get you out your panties?
In the back of the car On the way to the bar I got you on my lips [I got you on my lips] At the foot of the stairs With my fingers in your hair Baby, this is it...
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