My girl plucks her hairs off of her chin for me
‘round every time she comes to see me.
brings me gifts of sorts and kinds
and never keeps affairs of ours abuzz.
She does her hairs so well my girl she does
The ones you see and see
cannot
Gently, she sways her hips like ladies might
ups her skirt , ______ downs her top
______________________for me.
____________________________for me and night.
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