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hurricane chris - secret lover lyrics

[intro: hurricane chris]
we ain’t gotta tell anybody
hurricane
secret lover
keep it on the low

[chorus: cherish]
you don’t have to worry, baby
boy i don’t mind if you make me your secret lover
you don’t have to take me out in public, baby
just hold it down, and we can keep this undercover
never asked to be your star
i’ll just be the girl you know will put it on you
and i don’t have to play my part
so let me be the one to be your secret lover

[verse 1: hurricane chris]
s+xy body, let me lay you on your back and stretch you out
i like you, i got visions for you, but i can’t take you out
in public, cause that’d be going against the grain
ain’t n0body business that you be hanging with hurricane
you ain’t gotta be my superstar, 20 years old, but [?] on a super car
kiss you on your neck, and get the inside of your thighs warm
long night, sneaking sleeping with each other all night
and tonight,yesterday she took me on a nasty flight
know we can’t get caught together, cause i live a ratchit life
she say she on the way to my house [?]
i open the door, let her in and turn off the lights
[chorus: cherish]
you don’t have to worry, baby
boy i don’t mind if you make me your secret lover
you don’t have to take me out in public, baby
just hold it down, and we can keep this undercover
never asked to be your star
i’ll just be the girl you know will put it on you
and i don’t have to play my part
so let me be the one to be your secret lover

[verse 2: hurricane chris]
girl[?] them tv screens
i’m the missing link up in your life, cause i got what you need
let me get up in that, i bet i can get some act right
have you looking for me broad day with a flashlight
pick you up and put you back, against the wall nice and tight
first you gon get hot, then explode like dighnomite
secret lover, please don’t tell n0body how we freak each other
keep you said you wanted to be my undercover
[?] your nails, and my back, before you give [?]
when my phone ring, she don’t say a damb thing
she don’t ask me no questions, i ain’t gotta explain
well i ain’t gotta ly to her, cause she respect the game

- hurricane chris lyrics

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