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Flo Show
work two ways, baby.
We together and I hear
you breathin, the
air raspin over tongue
and teeth and lips
we come together or apart
and it don't matter.
You mine. I made you
in the private night:
Makin work mo ways than one
and I have put it on yo mind.
I'm cool round yo friends
laugh at yo jive, by-side
you with a smile.
But it is on yo mind
you still feel little pointy
breasts and crisp spiky
hair? Is it what you seen in them
other mens' eyes that make
you have to flo show
me with yo hands
claim me, say this is mine?
"mine" work mo ways than one,
baby.
Written by Sherley Anne Williams (1944-1999)
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