Anita, anita
Anita, you turn me on
Anita, anita
Anita, you break my bones
Anita, anita
I’m not a fucking stone
But I can give you just what you want
I’m not a fucking stone
But I can give you just what you want
It was a trip to marrakech
Then you kick out on brian’s ass
Anita, let’s make some sex
If you want to I’ll pay in cash
Anita, anita
I’m not a fucking stone
But I can give you just what you want
I’m not a fucking stone
But I can give you just what you want
I’m not brian, I’m not keith
I’m not mick, but why not me?
Anita, you won’t regret
I’ll give you something you can’t forget
Anita, anita
I’m not a fucking stone
But I can give you just what you want
I’m not a fucking stone
But I can give you just what you want
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