Lyrics Blood On The Dance Floor – Sweet Like Popsicles
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Love it’s like magic
Locked in mystery
You always being witch
You’re a Halloween treat
Your love is like a drug
Baby, you’re my haunted house
My heart will stay forever now
Never ghost you, bitch, I mean without you (Boobies!)
L-O-V-E Y-O-U
Forever and after, is what you mean to me
You’re the key to my heart cause your love it set me free
Cause you do something that I just can’t explain
Love it’s like magic when it hits, to feel no pain
Love melts her heart like the middle of summer
The crawl was change from
She’s sweet like popsicles
Love melts her heart like the middle of summer
The crawl was change from
She’s sweets, she’s sweet like popsicles
On and on and on (Last forever)
Our hearts will never part (Our hearts will never sever)
Highs and lows (We always be together)
Call me a master (I always give you pleasure)
It’s seems so familiar (My love I has immature)
I keep you warn (Warn it’s wetter weather)
Being my trust in you (But you’re my treasure)
I bringing this song for you
Cause you do something that I just can’t explain
Love it’s like magic when it hits to feel numb pain
Love melts her heart like the middle of summer
The crawl was change from
She’s sweet like popsicles
Love melts her heart like the middle of summer
The crawl was change from
She’s sweets (Yo), she’s sweet like popsicles
I can taste a rainbow
Her pussy taste like Skittles
The way my tongue jiggles
Hotter than hell, I sizzle
I am the pussy killa
But honeys call me Triple
I’m gonna raise hell, you can hear the bacon sizzle
I get it poppin’
Triple little popsicle
Way she ’round my dick, yo, I swear it was a bicycle
She got the flame and the silver
Sweet and then I’m like shiver
I never trick, I only treat
Cause you do something that I just can’t explain
Love it’s like magic when it hits to feel numb pain
Love melts her heart like the middle of summer
The crawl was change from
She’s sweet like popsicles
Love melts her heart like the middle of summer
The crawl was change from
She’s sweets, she’s sweet like popsicles
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Blood On The Dance Floor – Blood On The Dance Floor - Hollywood Death Star
