Little girl
I love when she talks to me
Got to smile
When she walks that walk with me
I want the girl
But I want a lot
Might cross my mind
But that's where it stops
That bitch ain’t a part of me
No that bitch ain’t a part of me
I said no that bitch ain’t a part of me
No that bitch ain’t a part of me
I love the girl
I'm loving the dress she wears
She's got a hold
Got a hold of my neck
Oh yeah
I wanna cry
The way that she moves
I want the girl
But not what she's going through
She was so friendly
I had one too many
And I let her tempt me
She was rubbing up against me
But I swear, it never meant a thing
She was just a fling
Cause no other woman does it like you
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