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Work it baby
work it.
Work it in and out of bed.
Work it from your tippy toes
to the top of your head
Work it baby work it
One, two, three, four, five.
Work it, give it all you've got
to keep your light alive.
Show them how you work it
with your soft, clear, porcelain skin.
Work it with pink bows and ribbons
to bring those custies flooding in.
I admire  the way you work it
au so natural
You're a special kind of heaven
how you bring a man to hell.
Work it for the gentry
Work it on and off the clock.
Work it li'l sentry
Proud preach it to the flock.
Work it baby
work it
Your perfume hits me in my head..
 putting the  sizzle in my steak
and triple buttering my bread.


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Buddy Bee Anthony\

Re-Edited 12/21/2023 @10:40 PM Pacific Standard Time





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