Make You Sing
Given the chance I’ll make your body dance,
Let my fingers do the walking and your body the talking.
You think you’ve been on cloud 9?
To me that’s the starting line.
I’ll make you sweat then lick every drop,
Play you like a fiddle never stopping at your middle.
Start with your head till I reach your toe,
At the end you will lose your soul.
When it’s all finished you’ll be screaming for more,
Take you up never let you down;
Make you sing out loud without making a sound.
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