She thinks she´s a saint
She thinks she´s a lady
With all this she´s got nothing
She has beautiful eyes
She has a beautiful face
She´s got a beautiful smile
Real nice ass
Dirty dirty talk
Dirty dirty talk
Talk dirty you saint
Hey there is space for two
And now you can´t get out
Is not too late / now you´re all trapped
On my bed
There is space for two
You aren´t late / you Aren´t
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