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I was thinking about parking the other night
We was out on a back road
Me and my baby was just getting right
All our systems on overload
Radio blasting in the front seat
Turning out the music fine
We was snuggled up in the back seat
Making up for lost time
Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
You can wine and dine with a man all night
With good intent
But there is something about a confrontation on a back road
Breaks down the defense
Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
There's a sound outside the front door
And I know that's just the wind
And it makes him snuggle up just a little bit closer
And start things happening again
Steamy windows, ain't nobody can see
Steamy windows, coming from the body heat
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