Emale - Prince

Ooh aah ooh

Ooh aah ooh

The emale left so clearly upon a computer screen

Read like a threat that crept into her like a sex machine

Wanted: Any woman who’s first name begins with a «Z»

From the sound of the keys, a pawn makes a move

Her reply brings on the groove

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The king takes the pawn

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It’s on, it’s on, it’s on

He couldn’t wait to tell her until after he got the nail’er

Her love would only even the score

It seemed her darling fella

He stole a hella lot of bucks from the corner store

The declaration of war that followed

She never believed, oh

In the darkest corners where widows mourn

That’s where he whispered her name

He said, «We can do it here, my dear

But I fear your tears will fall like rain»

(They fall like)

«Because I must tell you (Tell you)

While I’m deep in your smell

You got the man I want to inflict with pain

I’m running a game with my paper

I’m turning the boy to vapor

Now I wanna do the same to you

If you don’t tattoo my name upon your train»

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The king takes the pawn

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It’s on, it’s on, it’s on

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The king takes the pawn

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It’s on, it’s on, it’s on

It’s on