(Spoken: What you lookin' at, girl?) She's always checkin' with her penthouse eyes, Makes me stutter, gives me butterflies. Got to have her, she pins me up with her penthouse eyes. I wanna lie where her eagle flies, She's got my love pressure on the rise. When I see her, she really rocks me with her penthouse eyes. Don't need excuse for graspin', Can't blame the boy for askin'. One look sting you like a honey bee, But it's her eyes gonna set you free. I wanna stretch her out in old Levi's, Got to have a little piece of paradise.
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