Rocks
You whisper words and cast your smile, I've been a fool for much less than this.
A poor boy in a rich girl's house but still I received your kiss.
High ball honey in the Woodland Hills dancing with the eyes of love.
Heavenly body, put it on me I'll never get enough.
You got it all in the palm of your hand.
Your touch is hot.
Supernatural woman child.
Baby knows how to rock.
We're making love, yeah sure enough livin' lovin' maid.
It's hot tonight a 100 above. 105 in the shade.
Your software's ready to interface my hardware starts to skip.
Sweet surprise materilize like the jewel dust on your lips.
You got it all in the palm of your hand.
Your touch is hot.
Supernatural woman child.
Baby knows how to rock.
Rock in the Rockies on a Winter day, we're dancing out in the street.
Hormones rising in the midnight sky like the teens rolling in the heat.
Carolina in a blazing sun on a Texas Prarie trail.
River woman we're on our way, draw your water from the well.
You got it all in the palm of your hand.
Your touch is hot.
Supernatural woman child. Baby knows how to rock.
Free wheel burning all through the night traveling through the World of sin.
Fast forward to the here and now rock me baby once again.
Built for speed up from the ground. Like a Volcano's hot.
Lady in the city of light, a whole lotta of love you got.
You got it all in the palm of your hand.
Your touch is hot.
Supernatural woman child.
Baby knows how to rock.
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