Rogue Fame - Orange Jeans

I saw you walking in with those orange jeans
You make me wanna give you a fresh squeeze
You said your favorite drink was lemon scotch
I couldn't help but notice your glance at my crotch

So we started getting ready and we had to get steady
And I need to get that citrus mistress and I got to got to taste your lipsticks
Yes yes that orange dress, yes yes that tangerine sex
Yes yes that orange dress, yes yes that tangerine sex

We fuck to Gordon Ramsey on tv
We walk with no fucks to give no apologies
I wanna make it right I wanna do good
Treat you like a woman the way it should

So we started getting ready and we had to get steady
And I need to get that citrus mistress and I got to got to taste your lipsticks
Yes yes that tangerine sex, yes yes that orange dress
Yes yes that tangerine sex, yes yes that orange dress

You left your orange jeans at my place
And then I checked and noticed a familiar face
My mother in your pocket Michelle it stated
And I came to realize that we are
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Written by:
Justin Tarin

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