USR · 7 · 12:00–18:00

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I used to be a good boy…

Never did nobody wrong…

But the first time I saw you…

I cursed God and his poor son.

Yes I’m heading for the heat…

Each time you make my heart beat.

Every time I see your grin…

Can’t keep my mind off of sin…

With a small swing of your hips…

…a big smile on your red lips…

I’m going to the heat down below…