I Couldn't Get It Up lyrics by OJ Law. Post-party End up on a roam My eyes are red And yours are closed We kiss so blindly Shed our clothes I'll put a record...
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Post-party
End up on a roam
My eyes are red
And yours are closed
We kiss so blindly
Shed our clothes
I'll put a record on
But no oh oh oh
I dream of scarlett
Think of exes
You try to give me oral pleasure
I try to focus
Hocus pocus
My mind has given up
Oh no oh oh oh
I couldn't get it up
We can just hold hands
Girl I really like you
But I'm having a bit of problem
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