She's a girl with a mouth that makes you scream dynamite
She's singing notes that have you held in captivity
with a cherry so sweet it keeps you up all night
She's got you gagged on a stream of pleasure
you'll lose yourself, you're not thinking straight
So zoned out floating in this idealistic zephyr
It's refreshing to just be
curled up next to she.
She's got mountains that move when you go higher
knees that buckle, you've got lost on a long hike
they claim she's certainly not ecclesiastical attire
Yet,
it's refreshing to just be
in the arms of a she.
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