Supersexual
There’s something in the way you move
Everybody wants you,
To me you are, a shining star.
Baby what do I do,
To make you see, you’re the one for me
Baby won’t you realise
Girl we could be doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it,
All night long,
Makin’ it, makin’ it, makin’ sweet love.
It’s the way you move your body
Supersexual, you are the one for me,
So baby move your body
A little closer to me, so everybody can see
There’s no doubt that you’re what I want
Everything that I need
Cos you do me Supersexually.
Come over here, so what’s your name?
Everybody’s watching
I’ll buy the drinks, I’ll play the game
But only if it’s worth it.
I guess you heard it all before.
But baby I ain’t telling lies.
Girl we could be doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it,
All night long,
Makin’ it, makin’ it, makin’ sweet love.
It’s the way you move your body
Supersexual, you are the one for me,
So baby move your body
A little closer to me, so everybody can see
There’s no doubt that you’re what I want
Everything that I need
Cos you do me Supersexually.
To me girls like you don’t come everyday.
I like to have some fun baby, what do ya say?
Girl we could be doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it,
All night long,
Makin’ it, makin’ it, makin’ sweet love.
It’s the way you move your body
Supersexual, you are the one for me,
So baby move your body
A little closer to me, so everybody can see
There’s no doubt that you’re what I want
Everything that I need
Cos you do me Supersexually
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