My soul aches for your warm embrace
No day goes by that you don't pass my mind
Half the time I'm in a trance
I can be your fan, I can be your friend
I want to be your only
Please hold me, honey
Ka! You teetee, ca na yah!
Don't leave me troubled, my knees they buckle
Your kisses are so subtle you're my Mrs. and I love you
I think about our last encounter
When I had you on top of the kitchen counter
I think and ponder, ima gifted Gardner
Because this land is not for cultivation
But I am still able to make trees grow
He knows and she knows, wherever he'll go she'll go
Your face is gold, this place is cold
I love you and I hate you so
Please don't abandon my aching soul
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