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oooo she turns me on what can I say the way she moves is like she's there right in my groove touching just right body and soul and I'm so wet I lose control she can do it from across the room one look and I'm gone ooooooooo... she turns me on in so many ways I'm still such an innocent so naive in the ways of love and passion still my hunger burns like an insatiable fire the red hot virgin longing for some action and all the boys can sense it from a mile away but no matter what they do I don't respond whatever the world says I've got my own game to play something calls me from somewhere beyond but not even heaven's breath comes close to how this girl can turn me on oooooooooo... she turns me on what can I do the way she is just turns me out I'm on my knees sweating desire hunger dripping and I'm so wet I must be tripping and she can do it from across the room one look and I'm gone ooooooooo... she turns me on candy doesn't do it like she does no drug ever got me this high ever passion I've had in this life pales next to the sound of her sigh I'll be her girl, I'll be her guy I'll be anything she wants me to be a pebble or a ripple in her pond all I want is an eternal bond cuz oooooooo... she turns me on oooo she turns me on what can I say the way she moves is like she's there right in my groove touching just right body and soul and I'm so wet I lose control she can do it from across the room one look and I'm gone ooooooooo... she turns me on On (She Turns Me On) Layla ©2000 Candor Communications BACK 
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