Got to flirt that tweet my way
Clacking those designer nails
On the computer keys
Words too sweet
They give me the sugar
It just hurt my feet
Gina Mastrodonato
I really don't know
But you must have a funky kind of soul
Blond, brunette, hair brown, blue eyed don't care
Can't tell lies about you so I just stand here and stair
Can't make up sexy words just like PRINCE would
Given the chance, you will just dance
Gina Mastrodonato
I really don't know
Make me feel like a game piece just knocks me over like a domino
You don't have time to let your guy around Sally
If he does throw drink in his face and walk away
On spiritual plain looking for a deeper connection
Not lust just something everyone can trust
That's love
Gina Mastrodonato
I really don't know
If she doesn't have time for any of it, she'll just roll
No time for it, she just rolls
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