You burn me up with desire, cast a spell over me.
That's why I'm smiling like I do.
My love's cumming in handfuls, you've shaken this tree.
Can it be that I'm a fool for you?
Take me to your studio, make your art of me,
My clay is ready to mold.
My body is a canvas, take every liberty.
I ain't too young, you're not too old.
Don't want to dance with your daughter.
I want to get close to you.
Just like that book by Nabakov
I'm your pupil at the front of the room,
Waiting for your leg to cross over your knee.
I take every lesson that you give to me.
I go home and pay with my body.
Who am I kidding? I can't dance a lick,
But my smile is half the key.
If that's the truth let me unlock your heart.
Can it be that you've seduced me.
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