Ode to Mangos

I walk in and see you
Put my hand against your skin
Are you soft and ready
For me to get inside you

When you're in season
Nothing compares to you
Sure you have your off times
But nothing's perfect every day

Ooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh
Mangos, mangos, mangos, mangos

Sometimes it feels like an addiction
When your juice dribbles down my chin
Who knew that love could be so messy
Wouldn't give you up for anything

So many of you out there
I'll never be satisfied
Some say "no stop, don't have so many"
But I think limits should be defied

Ooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh
Mangos, mangos, mangos, mangos
Mangos, mangos, mangos, mangos



Credits
Writer(s): Linnea Currie-roberts
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