You won’t be able to keep your eyes off of me while I dance. My tight little black dress hits the floor while you stroke to my every move. Each sway of my hips comes with instructions you're desperate to follow. I give the orders—faster, slower, right to the edge. As the bass gets heavier, so will you. By the final countdown, you'll be completely mine—ruined, drained, and conditioned to crave every beat.
Rhythm Control
You won’t be able to keep your eyes off of me while I dance. My tight little black dress hits the floor while you stroke to my every move. Each sway of my hips comes with instructions you're desperate to follow. I give the orders—faster, slower, right to the edge. As the bass gets heavier, so will...
You won’t be able to keep your eyes off of me while I dance. My tight little black dress hits the floor while you stroke to my every move. Each sway of my hips comes with instructions you're desperate to follow. I give the orders—faster, slower, right to the edge. As the bass gets heavier, so will you. By the final countdown, you'll be completely mine—ruined, drained, and conditioned to crave every beat.
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