Erotic/Exotic
The first time I saw that girl, I knew she had class.And my thoughts were set in lace when I saw her shake that ass.
Light-eyed Indian love machine, I knew she'd take my soul,
but Hell will have to fight real hard to give up her control.
Every time I see that girl, you know my curiosity grows.
Yeah, right, I know it killed the cat; I've just gotta know.
If lovin' that girl would kill me, I would die a happy man.
If not, you better believe I'll be takin' all that I can.
The last time I saw that bitch, she was wavin' bye-bye.
When I looked in the rear view mirror, I saw a little spark in my eye.
That light-eyed Indian love machine, she had stolen my heart.
So damn foolish of me to think true love might play a small part.
But that's the way it goes sometimes.
Love 'em and leave 'em, drop your money going out the door.
When the night calls, you know I don't have a choice,
but when the day breaks, I don't stand a mutherfucking chance.
She was erotic/exotic, damn near hypnotic when she looked at me the way she did
And the feelings I had for her, no they were never hid.
If we spend one night together I know it's gonna last forever.
Erotic/exotic, oh God I think that I'm in love.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2011
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