Do U

U make me want to do U
         In the worst possible way
         Tell all ya boys what kind of game U have 
               U need to teach a class
               Cause U got this virgin ready 
                   to open
                  When no other guy in the past has
                      Your voice sends chills down my spine
                          It just reminds me that I want to Do U
                                  Even more 
                                  I hate that you have this affect on me 
                                            Losing it isn't even a moral thing anymore
                                                Cause i'm way pass expiration
                                                   Compared to my peers
                                                   I'm ready to be devoured 
                                                      Pollinate my flower
                                                        I'm trying to be a good girl 
                                                         But bad thoughts are treading over
                                                                   Do U 
                                                               and i'll do me
                                                            But boy you got me wanting to Do U
                                                                       Maybe only in my fantasies 
                                                                      this can be reality.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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