Can't keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I'm trying to
I want آپ all to myself
You're metaphorical شراب, ٹھیکی and juice
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be اگلے to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
You're metaphorical شراب, ٹھیکی and juice
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
My doctor say you're no good
But people...
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