歌词
She batted her eyelids
I gave her my brain
Said "I prefer head, boy"
Could you say that again?
Baby, I'm always
Flirting in space
Flirting in space
Take me out of the game
She bit on her lip as
I told her my pain
"Are you talkin' 'bout bread, boy?"
And we laughed on the rain
Baby, I'm always
Flirting in space
Flirting in space
Take me out of the game
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