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She's got a fetish for fine artA pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirtShe goes right to my heartShe comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurtI get the feeling I'm in deepTroubled waters but they're only thigh-highThis kind of girl don't get no sleepDon't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters upOh my my!Checkered pattern on your skirtI see you flaunting, see you taunting, it's so sickeningI can't resist the way you flirtI should be dead but my heartbeat's quickeningI get the feeling less is moreIt's an excuse just to shake your little derriÃ¨reThat ratio; a perfect scoreA girl's status is measured by her denierLie down babyArch your back nowMaybe you can help me get what I wantCurve your little spine and tell me that you're mineIt's all about the game and what you flauntLetras de cancionesYeah, I know that there's no pleasing youWhen you know that you're not teasing meShe's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory(You're so hotly contested, here's a tipYou should rename your thighs to the Gaza Strip)That's it, baby, take controlYou're so enticing, mesmerizing, don't know how to reactYou're gonna steal my very soulMore manslaughter than the third impactI see you strutting in that pleatDouble-taking, yeah I'm shaking and you know it showsThis kind of girl just can't be beatShe whispers in my earTake off your clothesLie down babyArch your back nowMaybe you can help me get what I wantCurve your little spine and tell me that you're mineIt's all about the game and what you flauntYeah, I know that there's no pleasing youWhen you know that you're not teasing meShe's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory From Letras Mania