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Flowers that reign dancing Insane and of course Intercourse One, two, three. Coming, drumming, Talking, joking. Coming and sitting, drumming and winning, Running and talking, sleeping and joking. Coming along, drumming the song, talking the shit, Smoking the beat, singing the rain, dreaming insane, Running the beach, sleeping with peach, walking the Street, pulsing beat, animal moves, Grooving the heat, cooling my juice, passing the Cat, organic grapes, flowers and paint. In my world I am the king and each Fine fruit is my plaything. I turn into an animal, always hungry on The prowl. As I walk along the sand, Each new phrase a different brand. Let me hear all of your dreams, Can't wait to get hands onto those themes. Fresh, Spicy, Sexy, Organic. Flowers that reign Dancing insane and of Course intercourse. Flowers that reign sweet as pain, melodies fly, Dancing insane, deep waterfalls, fresh in the mind, Painting a wall, nothing behind. And of course intercourse, the color is red, That's not bad, hot on floor, closing the door, Raising the prey, coming insane. Lying here beside the sea, lovely sights of a World in me. And each a different face, three new lemons I Can't wait to taste. It's all very logical, each a flower waiting For my pull. Sunglasses will not come off, walk the beach like Deadly rock. Fresh, Spicy, Sexy, Organic. Fresh, Spicy, Sexy, organic. Fresh, Sexy, Spicy, organic. Fresh, Sexy, Spicy, organic. In My world I am the king and each fine Fruit is my plaything. I turn into an animal, always hungry on The prowl. It's all very logical, Each a flower waiting for my pull. Sunglasses will not come off, walk the beach like Deadly rock. Fresh, Spicy, Sexy, organic. Fresh, Spicy, Sexy, organic.