The Color of Paint
Dressed in intoxicating body paint
I'm dressed in a sexual faint
disclosed to the wonder of romance
My fantasies have no wear to prance
The color that touches me is invisible
to the contridtiction of no feelin'
miserable body paint
laid made my body feel forever faint
If ever I had the chance to be
I paint myself in romance for a real man to see

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This flows like a sick beat... much respect
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