My girl, she doesn't need a thing
Black roses, diamond-flavored rings
White satin panties laid to waste
No gold or lines with thick taste
I gave her treats to make her mine
Champagne, Love Potion #9
There's only one thing she will take
I guess I found my mistake
No Gucci valentines
No Dolce lemon rinds
No Versace designs
Cheap leather
Hot rummage is only in my bones
A kiss I never did part
I get blind by the fold
Couldn't sell my soul
To anyone who battles my heart
Anyone who battles my heart
Black stockings, decorated thighs
One kiss, one touch to paralyze
Full-body hyper...
No sweat, no windowless seats
At first, I felt a bit estranged
All preconceptions rearranged
Suede lotion, Rock Shandy fondue
I'll admit, I'll try them all too
No snakeskin lemon pie
No crocodile buys
No shirring...
Only one thing on her mind
Cheap leather
Shotgun, and she's only in my bones
A stranger for the sweethearts
I get blind by the fold
Never sell my soul
To anyone who battles my heart
Anyone who battles my heart
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