All in, all in, it's going to be the all in now.
Still calculations
Don't be afraid, my dear
Don't touch the object, don't touch the lips
Peek-a-boo, it's just the two of us
Let's play peek-a-boo
All in, all in
it's
anxiously
We're both pick up on,
we're both get rid of all the sadness
We keep playing pick up on,
so we feel less lonely
Feelings are flying,
we go to the kitchen to cook
Since there's pick up on, we're getting closer
Each beat,
each beat is empty,
each line,
each line is a set
Pick up on, let's get used to it
Don't be afraid,
don't touch the object,
don't touch the lips
Pick up on, it hurts just to see you two
All that junk,
all that junk inside that trunk I'ma get,
get,
get,
get you drunk,
get you
low drunk off my hump,
my hump,
my hump My hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump,
my hump My lovely little lumps,
check it out
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily They treat me really nicely,
they buy
me all the spices Dolce and Gabbana,
Fendi and Adana
Caring, baby, sharing all their money