Lyrics - Forming by Germs

He's always waiting,gotta make the move to tell her.
Hot chocolate boy;he's never met one.
Hot chocolate wet one,hot chocolate boy.
Deep, sweet, and better.
Spoon it out at a place for breakfast.
Hot chocolate boy.
Hot, frosty, creamy;he was only dreaming.
Hold me down, hold me up.
Tell them that
I'm your gun;pull my trigger.
I'm bigger than....
I'm bigger than you.
Hold me down, hold me up.
Tell them that
I'm your gun;pull my trigger.
I'm bigger than....
I'm bigger than you.

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