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Sound sample :
She was home washin dishes
She was home going mad
I called and ask for permission
I called and ask to be bad
I was stuck in my own little world
In a cage i sold drape like a bird
I heard his voice deep and mellow
I got my new dress out
I couldn't say no
She put a call to the cent station
That missionary man
Legs long like her fingers
Skin perfect painted...
She was cookin on the table
She was butter in his hands
Ooh he put me in a spot
I couldn't resist
From his touch my body starts to twist
We moved pots and pans
From the swinging of our hands
Oooh let's do it again
(with the missionary man)
Sat up and thanked the heavens
I reached out my hands?
