You're led in the room
To stroke us
You don't need a broom
To soak up
The sweat and the fumes
So focus
And never assume
You know my name
Stroke us
Fallen in love (yeah)
You wanna a masseuse
So phone up
And tell her the truth
You're boneless
Just want her to soothe
Yeah yeah yeah
It's hopeless
You're stuck in a mood
It's not going away
Stroke us
Fallen in love
All I hear is background noise
Like nobody wanna face this quiet
So you must need a mad loud voice
If you wanna stand out from a faceless choir
Everyone love stuffing their face
Even when they're on a tasteless diet
Man come with a brand-new flavor
Everyone will wanna taste it try it
Too much will spice burn your tongue
Are gonna slow bake or fry it
Eye test says that's not done
Most people don't wait just fly in
I know what a long time it takes
You're led in the room
To stroke us
You don't need a broom
To soak up
The sweat and the fumes
So focus
And never assume
You know my name
Stroke us
Fallen in love
Stroke us
Fallen in love
Stroke us (yeah yeah)
Fallen in love
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