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Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours You and those little high-waisted shorts Oh, she knows what I'm thinking about What I'm thinking about One love, one heart, one mouth, one tongue He's sick of this
What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend the day warm in the sand? Bet you our men, they understand that they don't reprimand, reprimand their daughters About young women, sick of swimming, ready to stand Ready to know what the people want