Group Banter Race to a million

I like what you like
Long hair (no bra), that's my type
You just told me, want me to fuck you
Baby, I will 'cause I really want to

I just wanna get to know you
Guess I didn't quite think it through
Fell in love with the thought of you
Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out
 

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