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Lambretta - Strip Lambretta - Strip | | Walking, crawling
dancing around the silverpole
l´m smiling, you´re sweeting
Ahh, Ohh
Shaking, making
all the men go wilder
Harder, louder
You´re in heaven
You wan´t your favourite girl tonight
But she is busy
Do you wan´t me to strip for you
Do you, do you
And take off my clothes
for you to see me, you to feel me
Thousand dollars from your wallet
on your arm the ticking Rolex
Do you dare to tell your wife?
Naked Women
now they all around you
kisses, wishes
You phoney believer
I am your favourite girl tonight
can you afford me
Do you wan´t me to strip for you
Do you, do you
And take off my clothes
for you to see me, you to feel me
Do you wan´t me to strip for you
Do you, pay me
Thousand dollars from your wallet
on your arm the ticking Rolex
Do you dare to tell your wife?
In your home your wife is waiting
kids are sleeping
while you´re dancing and while you´re cheeting
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