That girl,
she’s got a fire in her heart
But she’s afraid to use it
She would rather douse it
But she’s afraid to use it
She would rather douse it
That girl,
she’s just a work of art
Be filled with admiration
But not objectification
Be filled with admiration
But not objectification
Listen to the
rhythm of her heartbeat
Can you feel it coursing from your head to your feet
She’s got the sass, she’s so classy
Her passion’s got you screaming mercy
Can you feel it coursing from your head to your feet
She’s got the sass, she’s so classy
Her passion’s got you screaming mercy
Feel her fire
The scream of her desire
It’s waiting to be released
And you’ll hear it pop, like a melody
The scream of her desire
It’s waiting to be released
And you’ll hear it pop, like a melody
It’s
simmering
But soon she’ll be queen
As long as she can embrace it
Tremble at her great feet
But soon she’ll be queen
As long as she can embrace it
Tremble at her great feet
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