Testo Stoned

Testo Stoned

She feels good, she feels good.

Candy cane eyes black licorice,
Lipstick teeth that you can't forget,
Yeah yeah yeah and you won't regret,
Come on come on come on.

Smoke screen stare like cellophane,
All wrapped up inside my brain,
Hey hey hey can't get away,
Oh come on come on come on.

She feels good, she feels good,
She feels good,
So let everybody know I'm better giving up,
Feel stoned. I feel stoned.

Telephone booth and a living room,
Better hurry up 'cause I'm coming soon,
Oh oh oh it's just me and you,
Come on come on come on yeah.

She feels good, she feels good,
She feels good,
So let everybody know I'm better giving up,
Feel stoned. I feel stoned.

Yeah I want you all the time,
Got to make you mine, make me feel so high,
Yeah just say you want my time,
Say yeah yeah yeah.

She feels good, she feels good,
She feels good,
So let everybody know I'm better giving up,
Feel stoned. I feel stoned.
I feel stoned. I feel stoned.

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