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Manipulate
I let that rain pour down on me like cash.
Soaks into my skin, my ability to trap you.
When I hike my tiny skirt up, don't you call me in the morning
'Cause I think I'm falling deeper in love with your praising.
You think it's real love, wouldn't tell you otherwise.
I'm a bitch, but not yours.
Soaks into my skin, my ability to trap you.
When I hike my tiny skirt up, don't you call me in the morning
'Cause I think I'm falling deeper in love with your praising.
You think it's real love, wouldn't tell you otherwise.
I'm a bitch, but not yours.
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