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I'd like to write this one a letter
But she's the type who could do better
But I just can't cope, it's beaten me
But I'm on the slopes internally
I love to take her to the water
I get so jealous of her daughter
She's lost all hope of drilling me
So I've turned to dope, it's beaten me
I bet she is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, she is
We'll hold a conference in my garden
I'll ask the police chief for a pardon
I found the rope, it's swinging me
But I've lost the soap to healing me, healing me
I bet she is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, she is
Lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
(I'd like to write this one a letter)
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it
(But she's the type who could do better)
She is lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, lovin' it, she is