Placeholder: When you wanna come Come Get it up The scene of love Oh feel it Relax, don't do it When you wanna go do it Relax, don't do it Relax, don't do it When you want to suck, chew it Relax, don't do it One time, one time, one time (hey!) When you wanna come Come Get it up The scene of love Oh feel it Relax, don't do it When you wanna go do it Relax, don't do it Relax, don't do it When you want to suck, chew it Relax, don't do it One time, one time, one time (hey!)

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When you wanna come Come Get it up The scene of love Oh feel it Relax, don't do it When you wanna go do it Relax, don't do it Relax, don't do it When you want to suck, chew it Relax, don't do it One time, one time, one time (hey!)

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