When I put my hands on my hips you find how deep the rabbit hole goes, so don't you ask me no questions you already know. Baby you hear the Earth and beyond all in one swith move, holdin on for life feelin rumblin shoes. Babydoll, honey-pie, when you address a question to me, look me in the eye. Move your eyes from burnin my thigh, skin so smooth like brown thunder in the sky. I'm all woman boo, don't make no mistake. Cuz when my hand goes to my hip, you might accidentally trip and find your fate. The moon runs to get out of my way. Tryin not to block my view of the darkness without it might stay. I'm lickin my lips, you know what comes next. Should I tell you right now, or let you blindly guess? I'm not gonna look away, but get a small smirk on my face laughin at the entire human race. Put my hand on my hip and roll the chocolate of my eyes at your face.Birth sign: Taurus
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