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Smoke City
Mister Gorgeous
Walks up to the bar and orders and
As he passes by, they all sigh - ah...
When he moves just like a panther,
The fins obeys, the bones etch
He won't dare a smile
'Cause it's really not his style
Oh
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....
She's so slick and so curvaceous
The way she walks is quite contagious
Eager eyes follow her thighs and go, hmmm
The way she moves strikes her crowd
Hits the groove
But she ignores them
Hopefully advances
No, she don't give no chances at all
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....
All alone our Miss Curvaceous
Back at her place finds her bed too spacious
And as she passes her own reflection, sighs
Ooh..
Mr Gorgeous is feeling lonely
He wishes that if he could only
Smile, once a while, ah
So lonely, poor thing
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....
So while you are shaking your hips, keep your lips turned up
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