“Son she moves like she knows how to please” was written a long time ago. The rest of this was written in Cuba (2005) to a guy about to lose the girl he was too blind to see.
Son, she moves like she’s ready to love.
Son, she moves like a beautiful dove.
Son, she moves like a woman in need.
Son, she moves like she knows how to please.
Son, she moves like she’s ready to dance.
Son, she moves like a steamy romance.
Son, she moves like she’s already there.
Son, she moves like she wants to be bare.
Son, she moves like she wants to believe.
Son, she moves like she’s ready to leave.
Son, she moves like she’s already gone.
Son, she moves like a stupid love song.
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