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Vanilla Ice
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The Horny Song
作詞：Ardito, Borland, Chimielinski, Johnson, Larkin, Mayo, Ross Robinson, Robert Van Winkle
Now that ya feelin' it, I see you're gettin' weak
You're gettin' real close, you're reachin' that peak
Uh, you're like high altitude in a Lear Jet
Work them hips like a pistons in a corvette
Slow down or I'll have to pull ya over
Search ya, handcuff ya, and do a move on ya
You get a GWB stands for girl
With a body pump it like a hottie
Seems like you got switches and you're hittin' 'em
Two wheel motion keep bumpin' 'em
Now throw it east to west and put a hump in it
Back stroke, and boogie with a bump in it
Tell me how ya do it like that, how ya got stacked
How you scrambled like a quarter back
I want you weak in the knees and shaking in your pants
And all I wanna do is make you dance
Come on
Come on
Feel it
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
See the sweat that you're lettin' off
Now, keep it comin' girl, ya know I love it when you take it off
You got me sittin' in the hot seat
Drippin' from the body heat from my head to my feet
We can do it by candle light all night
Keep it goin' till the sunlight, that's right
Whatcha tryin' to do, make the ice melt?
Don't you know my cream is good for your health?
You know you wanna shake what your mama gave ya
You're getting real hot, now I'm gonna spray ya
Rub it in like lotion, juices flowin' everywhere like water in the ocean
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You got that hourglass figure
Uh, all the right moves and ya know I wanna dig ya
You got thirty-one flavors, know what I mean?
And I wanna take a dip in your ice cream
Come on
Come on
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
Know I'll be the one to kick this shit off
And crank it up like a 250 engine in a motorcross
And make ya feel it girl till ya get sick with it
And all that junk in your trunk, don't be stingy with it
And I'm gonna make it all good like the weekend
You got enough for yourself and for all my friends
And it's enough of me to go round like the globe
Set it up like a tent, watch it unfold
I see your eyes glistening for the Benji's
But you ain't gotta fake it, I just want you to shake it
Break me off a piece of that action like Jackson
I ain't trying to hit it and I ain't trying to wax it
Picture you and me on the beach and you be
Climbing up this tall coconut tree
All I wanna do is hump with it and make you scream
And eat you up as I floss with your g-string
Come on
Come on
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
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