Come on down to Deira...

Nice blog, pretty baby, crazy words

-no need to know what they mean-

They're special, just for you.

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White letters baking powder on the clouds,

Cookin' up a dream,

Turnin' diamonds into light.
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I feel you, pretty baby, feel me,

Turn it up hot, lovin' you is free.

I like it down, like it down way low,

But you already know that, you already know.
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Come on down to Deira

I got somethin' for ya.

We could see the TV,

On the remote, baby, oh yeah.

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Come on down to Deira,

Yeah, you, yeah, you,

And all my DR friends

Yeah, you, yeah, you. 

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(You believe me, don't you baby?)

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A.