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mike boyd - mr. romantic lyrics

oh, my god and oh, my lord
i said who’s that boy with all them girls
they call me mr. romantic
yeah, they call me mr. romantic
i said all these ladies, just one mike
i can change your world in just one night
’cause they call me mr. romantic
yeah, they call me mr. romantic
yeah

hey, baby, i adore you
from l-b– minor to l-b– majora
we don’t need no room or i’ll shave the kitten for you
examine your body like dora the explorer
search through every crev-sse and look through every orifice
see, i be that rabbit hole, goes like i’m morpheus
and if you get bored of d-ck i know some more h-rny chicks
and we could have an orgy, i’m sure it would be glorious
and i don’t mean no disrespect
but i won’t kiss on your neck and i may sh-t on your chest
and i may get on your nerves and you may get on my case
but you didn’t give me lip when i was kissing on your face
hey, i love the way you give me brains
while i’m driving in my car or i’m filling up my tank
you’ll be licking on my paint, doing things i can’t explain
she’s as dirty as they come, i’m just picking at you, babe

maybe i’ll fist f-ck her, have her’
i’m not chris tucker, yeah, i hate this chick
but the d-ck loves her’
i got the perfect antidote for that little camel toe
i’mma get down on my knees and give this chick a standing o
they say it’s human nature but we f-ck like animals
she howls at the moon while i’m busting at her hole
like oh, no, unbuckling her clothes
gotta keep it on the low when i’m juggling these hoes
so keep that muzzle on your mouth’
this ain’t the time for love, i’m only here to f-ck
turn around, face down, -ss up
now i got my thumbs stashed in her b-m crack
and i came from behind, that’s what i call a comeback

oh, my god and oh, my lord
i said who’s that boy with all them girls
they call me mr. romantic
yeah, they call me mr. romantic

forgot other girls giving handy j’s
‘hit the p-ssy so hard that your granny came
yeah, your chick got a new hobby
heating up this d-ck like it’s souvlaki
she cooking up meals and eating food off me
strawberry dipped in chocolate with a side of punani like
uh, mami, let me call out my boys for some’
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 tsunami
high fives all around, snoop’s at his best, g’s up, hoes down
hoes down

- mike boyd lyrics

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