Lyrics:
Treat me like a Mannequin
With nothing underneath my skin
I watch you play with my hair
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel no pain
I Cry
When peace cannot be found
and sleep won't visit me tonight
a restless mind that I can't tame
how off the floor I call Your name
sign
it coming off of the line, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up with a touch of the younger kind
My-ee ey-ee
up at your place
Turn a one never hurt nobody drink
Into an all nighter
One touch, one kiss, next thing you know
Me over you goes up in smoke
joints for the street
Joints for the club
Joints for radio, hit's to rub it up
No one can do it like
I do it when I broke through
You can't touch me, don't
drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
sleeve
My momama always said, "Girl, you're trouble" and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
And every time we touch, boy, you make me
That roller-coaster thrill thing that just keeps turning me on (oh)
Gives me that hard rush, I can't help but wanna touch
And I just can't get enough,
Hell
Devil's plaything
In my hands
If you don't want pain
You don't understand
Got a light
Shines on me
If you want to touch flames
Come unto
Quiet now
While I hold you
Turn it off
The mind that is stopping you
Love is here
So why deny what you feel
Think with your heart
Speak with
Give me a job
The one I havn't got
Don't write me off at anytime
Don't ever leave me unsatisfied
I don't want to come in a second
I just want
Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm
Tryna see waddup wit' you
Tryna touch a million
I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe
Stackin' a lil bread, , bitch we
do is sex me
It seems like all you wanna do is love me
It seems like all you wanna do is touch me
It seems like all you wanna do is love me
Pull on ya
not sound like much
But you never know the lives you touch
By nothing more than showing up
Even on the days you feel so small
Oh, it turns out it all
theology of rhymin'll touch the soul
I spent many nights bent off woods
Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose
Some of the cons, I suffer from prose
My
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
say
Issa home run when the team touch base
Bruck up, it's bruck up, it's bruck up (bruck up)
Humble like we pon the come up
Don't make it turn
Love I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go
I
the lightning strikes and hits you
How ya gonna laugh when the joker forgets his lines
Stepping off a cloud into space whatever greets you
Show me how you got
the end of time
I can't seem to get you off my mind, woah yeah, my baby
The boys will roll their eyes as we go strollin' by
It's not so hard to see,
talk to them all in vain
But suddenly my words
Reach someone else's ears
Touch someone else's heartstrings, too
I tell you my dreams
And while
Turn out the light
Turn yourself over to me
Turn off the world
Turn my feelings free
Just enjoy the pleasure
For the pleasure pleases me
getting ready
And decided she'd try to touch him
Maybe he'd see that she was free
And talk to her this Sunday
She knew from the start
Deep down in
It's gettin' kinda dark already
Should I light 'em?
Hey baby I'm ready, I'm oh so ready
I want to make love to you, hey
Take 'em off, throw 'em
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