Found on friend's computer

have you come and take hold of me.

Can't you see?

Hands on my waistline.

Won't you stand up and get it right?

Put my hands to the baseline.

Let me get mine, you get yours.

Hey, my little knees on the side.

Put my back into my soul.

Put your hands up in the sky.

Let me get mine, you get yours.

If you're sitting with a man, understand

that you can't question me.

The feeling's magical.

Hey, my fault, can't help your jealousy.

If you can handle the pain, what we have

has got to be commitment-free.

Yeah, we can keep this undercover,

loving, calming, ****** underneath the sheen.

Can't you see?

Hands on my waistline.

Won't you stand up and get it right?

Put my hands to the baseline.

Let me get mine, you get yours.

Hey, my little knees on the side.

Put my back into my soul.

Put your hands up in the sky.

Let me get mine, you get yours.

Now, let's come on and break my body.

We can get nasty naughty all night, a private party.

Gotta hit that fire to stride.

Work me like a 9 to 5.

Hitting about the kicks and the hugging.

'Cause this is a physical loving.

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