Paris, France.
Mister machoman is it true
That all the girls wanna come on you
You keep on telling me you're the best
I wanna put your lovin' to the test
Get your tigerbaby out of it's cage
I wanna measure it, starting at the base
Rock your body from the left to the right
Rock your body, make you struggle and fight
Make me hunger, make my honey flow free
A taste of sugar for a horny busy bee
What you get is what you want is what you see
Let your fingers draw a line accross me
Kiss my booty but don't treat it too kind
Whip me baby, let your tongue go wild
Rock your body from the left to the right
Rock your body, make you struggle and fight
If you say that you are bad and rough
I will prove that you ain't bad enough
Don't pretend that it's the very first time
I can see that you enjoy it just fine
Eat my body from the bottom to the top
Kiss me baby till i tell you when to stop
Rock your body from the left to the right
Rock your body, make you struggle and fight
Chorus : X4
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