Shark week

I seem to be having an affinity towards the more suggestive songs recently.

Hormonal season?

Yep, I think that's just round the corner.

Take my order, 'cause your body like a carry out
Let me walk it to your body 'til you hear me out
Turn me on, my baby, don't you cut me out
Turn me on, my baby, don't you cut me out


~vid~



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