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Oh-mm I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I could never get enough I could buy her so much stuff It's a cravin', not a crush, huh Call me when you're there Said, "I bought you something rare" And I left it under "Claire" So now she's comin' up the stairs So I'm pullin' up a chair And I'm puttin' up my hair Baby, I think you were made for me Somebody write down the recipe Been trying hard not to overeat You're just so sweet I'll run a shower for you like you want Clothеs on the counter for you, try 'em on If I'm allowеd, I'll help you take 'em off Huh I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Letras de cancionesTastes like she might be the one And I could never get enough I could buy her so much stuff It's a cravin', not a crush, huh I just wanna get her off, oh Oh Oh, oh Oh She's takin' pictures in the mirror Oh my God, her skin's so clear Tell her, "Bring that over here" You need a seat? I'll volunteer Now she's smiling ear to ear She's the headlights, I'm the deer I've said it all before, but I'll say it again I'm interested in more than just being friends I don't wanna break it, just want it to bend Do you know how to bend? I could eat that girl for lunch She dances on my tongue I know it's just a hunch But she might be the one I could Eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she Tastes like she might be the one I could, I could Eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she, yeah, she Tastes like she might be the one From Letras Mania