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Sugar, coco and honey
Hey y'all Bruno Mars

That's why you taste like to me
And all I need is to sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now.


I'm a British boy so I do British things
Like nibble on your earlobe but let your body sing.

You're my violin and I'm a string
With every breath you take I won't let it sting,
So let me in open your doors.

What yours is mine, what mine is yours
Where's your p-ssy give me your paws,
And I won't mind if it's you going through my drawers.

Keep it clean 'cause we're getting in a mess,
Baby girl yeah you're better in the flesh
I heard from your friends that I'm better than your ex

And if I'm real then I'm better than your next
Banofee pie you my sweet tart,
That's one of the reasons that you're my sweetheart

So when I meet arse we beat fast
Why don't we just take it slow,
So we last.


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The world is ours,
Put your head back see the stars,
I like you just the way you are like Bruno Mars.

I know I can, call me Nas
I love your thighs I love your arse
Now give me your flower 'cause I'm a human vase

And I'm about to ride without a pass
I hope ?can keep a secret before I ask,
Oh no oh no you're burning my tongue just like a cocoa,

Oh no oh no I think you need some cream upon you
You think I got chick what's her name.
I ain't lying you're my main

You're the only picture inside my frame
Let's wash it down with sex not champagne.


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