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Sangtekst: Frickin' A. Frickin' A. Naked In My Bed.

I met her at the pool
Yeah, she was smokin? hot
She told me
Maybe we should get together sometime

She asked me if I could
Rub oil on her back
And that was fine with me
And then I had a crazy fantasy, we were

Naked in my bed
One fling no strings
Movin? all around the room
Chicka, chicka, boom, boom

And then we did it on the floor
Against the door
Up on the sink where we did it some more
The sun was hot and we were both burning red
We were naked in my bed

She read her magazine
Right in front of me
The latest issue of cosmo
She said, ?I should?

Check these positions out on page 69
She pointed to this one
And said
?Looks like a lot of fun? then we were

Naked in my bed
One fling no strings
Movin? all around the room
Chicka, chicka, boom, boom

And then we did it on the floor
Against the door
Up on the sink where we did it some more
The sun was hot and we were both burning red
We were naked in my bed

Everyone will wonder where we?ve been
We can make up something oh but then
We may never see the sun again

We were naked in my bed
On top, don?t stop