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You flew away like you were scared that I would clip your wings
after five years we haven't kicked it since
but straight up this ain't no pimpin' thing:
You a true queen baby only fit for kings
Maybe I couldn't see in the midst of things
now in my chain of life you're the missin' link
Just to hear your voice used to lift my chin
and I still feel the taste from when I kissed your skin
I'm looking at your picture wishing we'd click again
next time I make sure to get our shit in synch
next time I be your man through the thick and thin
I promise no more committing wicked sins
I buy you a house with a picket fence
get you everything you could give me twins
No bullshit on tour never hittin' skins
chasin' no groupies with chicken wings
Not the type to chain you between bed and <span style="color: orange ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"><span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;">kitchen <span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;">sink
I merely praise the place where your lips begin
Your hips begin - I know you're quick to think:
It's pathetic, but I'd be the richest prince
if you once more unzip and let me sip your drink
Addicted to your love worse than nicotine
But there's too much pain for me to dig within
so I'm a let the music <span style="color: orange ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"><span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;">massage my crippled limbs..
after five years we haven't kicked it since
but straight up this ain't no pimpin' thing:
You a true queen baby only fit for kings
Maybe I couldn't see in the midst of things
now in my chain of life you're the missin' link
Just to hear your voice used to lift my chin
and I still feel the taste from when I kissed your skin
I'm looking at your picture wishing we'd click again
next time I make sure to get our shit in synch
next time I be your man through the thick and thin
I promise no more committing wicked sins
I buy you a house with a picket fence
get you everything you could give me twins
No bullshit on tour never hittin' skins
chasin' no groupies with chicken wings
Not the type to chain you between bed and <span style="color: orange ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"><span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;">kitchen <span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;">sink
I merely praise the place where your lips begin
Your hips begin - I know you're quick to think:
It's pathetic, but I'd be the richest prince
if you once more unzip and let me sip your drink
Addicted to your love worse than nicotine
But there's too much pain for me to dig within
so I'm a let the music <span style="color: orange ! important; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"><span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; position: static;">massage my crippled limbs..
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