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Jacob

Working Girls

Your skin smelled like fire
And I called you high
And it all felt so nice
That I wanted to die
So you turned down the lights
But I could see your smile
Got lost in the heat
And I felt so live

Jacob
Jacob

You make my heart beat
You make me get involved
But I don’t call out
And I hear it all

Or you're feeling the same
You've got me thinklng this way
How would it get like this
In this moment at bliss

Jacob
Jacob
Jacob
Jacob

Jacob
Jacob
Jacob
Jacob

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