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Don't look over there
Cause the action is here
I'll put you on the front page
Make you a star
All the people want you
All the people want you
In the back of a taxi, baby

You love the lights, don't you
The cherry nights, the cheap highs, the low lives
I'm not your lover
Get your ass over here, baby
It's a big apple out there
Take a bite

Oh what a ripple
Hot sex in the nipple
Champagne sex
I'm feeling triple
I'm feeling good
Love me like a lover would
You're too sweet to taste
Let me kiss your face

Hot freak
You're loosing control
But that's OK
You look like a cheap date
With your hot lips

NewYorkCitySexCream
NewYorkCitySexCream
NewYorkCitySexCream
NewYorkCitySexCream

When I say action
Move your ass
Yeah like that
Stay right there
I love the whiteness of your face

What's the matter baby?
Are you feeling blue?
Put on that pink dress i bought you
What's that? What? No no
Take a look in the mirror
You look like a piece of shit

NewYorkCitySexCream

I love the way you smoke that cigarette
Your lips are so sweet
Don't tell me your name honey
I'll call you what I like

NewYorkCitySexCream
NewYorkCitySexCream
NewYorkCitySexCream
NewYorkCitySexCream



Credits
Writer(s): Fred Ball, Matthew Maitland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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