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You're my sax-a-ma-phone, babe I blow till you moan, babe I know he's not home, babe My name in your phone, babe Just put up the mofucking bat signal It's that signal The taxi rolls to your back screen door Before you know it, all your clothes is on the floor And his breath hot on your neck just like before And his hands upon your chest, oh, Jesus, lord Call the missus, call the press, you gon' be sore You keep coming around, I found Dear god, I'm down to keep you around You're my sax-a-ma-phone, babe I blow till you moan, babe I know he's not home, babe My name in your phone, babe She’s giving me top she’s giving me top she’s giving me top Baby, don’t stop, mmm baby, don’t stop, just baby, don’t stop 'Cus every day across the room They wanna meet me ‘cus I’m leaving so soon Before you know it, all your clothes is on the floor And his breath hot on your neck just like before Letras de cancionesAnd his hands upon your chest, oh, Jesus, lord Call the missus, call the press, you gon' be sore You keep coming around, I found Dear god, I'm down to keep you around You're my sax-a-ma-phone, babe I blow till you moan, babe I know he's not home, babe My name in your phone, babe From Letras Mania