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My rave is on with my courage high rave get up |
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I'm on a bomb with a tickin fuse crank your butt |
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my wave is song take a lullaby |
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make it up |
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create a sound turn it round and recycle it |
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under the apple tree |
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sweet child might have been sixteen |
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heavy eyes |
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just a moments rest |
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she lay down on the blossom |
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all for lust |
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wether waiting or participating |
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all for lust come on now deny |
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you'd like to taste one |
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all for lust |
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come on wake your beast from |
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hibernation |
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all for lust |
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mother nature's |
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playing tricks |
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my rave is on with my courage high |
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rake it up |
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I ride a storm full of colorful |
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funky shit |
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my lady's gone I'm available |
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strut your cut |
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freak out a form with your skeleton |
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and feel my gut |
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all for lust... |
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my rave is on with my courage high |
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ray of love |
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we wanna say |
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It's wonderful you're here with us |
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my venezuelan girl taught me how to rythym up |
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gyrate an eight with your sensual loving hips |
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playing tricks on you... |
