the spell Let's dance, you dance so well I contact you, you contact me Across the room our glances meet I contact you, eye contact, eye contact Feeling
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spell Let's dance,you dance so well I contact you,you contact me Across the room our glances meet I contact you Eye contact,eye contact Feeling fine,
chance As exists cross divided in all encircling mode Oh, closely guided plan awaken in our heart Master of soul set to touch all impenetrable youth Ask away that thought be contact
eyes glued to the door Will there be any comfort there, senor There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck And there's an iron cross still
in contact with Out on the road But I got it out of my system, girl, I did that when I was young I need somebody that's gon' hold me down Cross my heart
Her legs crossed like a lady short skirt, in the gym behind the velvet rope had a glass of wine something cheap that I picked up from the waiter moving
the blunt down, here's the rundown, riding sundown Slide us out the front, I'll get you high, won?t come down Catch a contact, homie, watch as I take
deep breath before I step and now it's time to play Tell me who is that girl, see her standin 'cross the way Watch me mack with eye contact, watch her
brother to hook up a line As if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God Science, I be dishin' out be hard Deep in his eyes, contacts, plus saw beyond
still gon' cry An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon' ride They kill me, you gon' kill them? I still got pride Outta three-fourths of them niggas who cross
'cause when I let that bitch ride I know the homicide is being carried out in official Niggas steady bumping gums but don't want none Because of these hot ones that explode on contact
your mind right, baby, goin' through mine crazy When I'm in the shower, star 69 me crazy Track my last call, contact my broad With a bitch or two had physical contact
I need contact I need contact Nothing seems to please I need contact Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac I need contact Nothing seems to please I need contact Tac-tacatac, tac-tacatac I need contact
such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you Mister Jones? You have many contacts
eyes glued to the door? Will there be any comfort there, senor? There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck There's an iron cross still hanging
of your questions If you've got the money To pay me in gold I will be living In Old Monte Carlo And you will be reading The secrets I sold Daggers and contacts
me in the end I am the soul collector Dressed in ebony There are no rules But only one There's someone young sister Caught at the border Let's get in contact