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If you want my money,
And you think I'm sexy,
Come on baby,
Bite my tire.
I'll bite my tire.
You'll place the flowers in the vase
That you bought
Stay and bite my tire,
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs all night long for me,
Only for me.
You know that it would be untrue
You nkow that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, bite my tire.
She's just a girl, she bites my tire
Hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway
She's living in a tire, and it's on fire
My position is tragic,
Sail across the Atlantic,
To be where you belong.
Honeypie, come bite my tire.
Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee desert, yes, you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After you bite my tire.
Hey little girl, is your daddy home?
Did he crack the screen on his iPhone?
I got a spool of wire
Oh-oh-oh, bite my tire.
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