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Hot flashes burning my brain
Your tongue lashes drive me insane
From New York City to LA
You’re known as the hottest lay

Anya pink canopy gonna shackle ya’ down
You crossed every back in town
From a cherry runaway to a bowery queen
Used up before your sweet sixteen
Everyone knows you were caught with the meat in your mouth

Look for love on a one way street
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