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OPM >> Merchandise Links
OPM No use crying over spilt milk I bring her flowers and we watch them wilt Naturally built there's nothing store bought I ought to thank her folks for what she's got Sex oozes from her every pore So many butterflies my guts are sore And even before she opens up her mouth I know what it is that she's thinking about She fits like a glove She's as pure as a dove She's sent from above She's all I think of She's lovely She's all I think of She's lovely She's gorgeous She goes against the grain Extravaganza tastes like sugar cane We got big plans whatever she chooses Fly her to Hawaii maybe some cruses I'll explain it's plain and simple She's like the cherry in a Shirley Temple She's the prize at the bottom of the glass Her eyes the way she shakes that ass She fits like a glove She's as pure as a dove She's sent from above She's all I think of She's lovely She's all I think of She's lovely She makes the sun come up and the moon go down She the one that makes my world go round Body like an hourglass She'll make time stop just to make the night last She's the one that knows my secret spot She'll the make the coldest night's feel so hot She ain't into material things But she's the one that shows me what lovely means She's lovely She's all I think of She's lovely |
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