Fake
Verse 1
Now take you hand and slip it
Into my hand lets kick it
Just pull it down unzip it
I touch myself
Forget the buttons rip it
Take a gulp don't sip it
You've found the pot now dip it
Chorus
Shut up baby don't be fake
I know what you want
Boy I know its getting late
And I don't know what's come over me
For gods sake
I'll treat you like a bad girl
Best you've ever had
It's more than I can take
So shut up baby don't be fake
Verse 2
Now close your mouth and listen
I got no inhibition
Just tell me what position
You touch yourself
Aint no need to audition
You're through without condition
Lets make it fact not fiction
Chorus
Writer(s): Benjamin Stephens Adams, Clifford David Masterson
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