Guys look at me
They watch my walk
They take in every curve
But dont hear one word
and when I start to dance
Their eyes sway like my hips
Uncertain which is better
My back or my front
For a skinny white girl
I have some nice parts
And a little bitty waist
But what really get em going
Is what lies underneath
What ever I might be wearing
That they could take off
With their teeth
Too bad they’re distracted
Or they would notice my guns
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