
Coconut Tree The Spirit Weavers
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[Intro]
You think you just fell out of a coconut tree?
I want your coconut cream, boy (Mmm, yummy)
[Verse 1]
You’re the sweet nectar in my coconut, I’m craving every drop
Got me dancing hot samba, when you make my heart pop
You’re the breeze that’s cooling down my flame
Yeah, I love paradise, we’ll never feel de same
[Pre-Chorus]
Like a dead whale beached, you’re making me feel high
In this sun-soaked rhythm, we’re soaring through the sky
You’re the splash in my mojito, the sugar in my lime
You’re the sand right up my cunny that’s deep inside
[Chorus]
You’re my coconut tree, boy (Fuck mе)
Got me hooked on your love, got mе hooked on your love
You’re my coconut tree, boy (Choke me)
You’re the tropical treasure, never had no one better, eh, eh
[Verse 2]
You’re the island boy that’s here caressing my hips
You’re the freezing cold night breeze that licks my tits
We’re like a beach bonfire, burning through the night
We’re like a pressure cooker bomb gone off, yeah, that’s right
You think you just fell out of a coconut tree?
I want your coconut cream, boy (Mmm, yummy)
[Verse 1]
You’re the sweet nectar in my coconut, I’m craving every drop
Got me dancing hot samba, when you make my heart pop
You’re the breeze that’s cooling down my flame
Yeah, I love paradise, we’ll never feel de same
[Pre-Chorus]
Like a dead whale beached, you’re making me feel high
In this sun-soaked rhythm, we’re soaring through the sky
You’re the splash in my mojito, the sugar in my lime
You’re the sand right up my cunny that’s deep inside
[Chorus]
You’re my coconut tree, boy (Fuck mе)
Got me hooked on your love, got mе hooked on your love
You’re my coconut tree, boy (Choke me)
You’re the tropical treasure, never had no one better, eh, eh
[Verse 2]
You’re the island boy that’s here caressing my hips
You’re the freezing cold night breeze that licks my tits
We’re like a beach bonfire, burning through the night
We’re like a pressure cooker bomb gone off, yeah, that’s right
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