I want her soul, I want her treasure.
She calls herself Treazure, I want what’s in her box.
Where’s the “X,” that marks her spot?
Her booty, that I have to have.
That bed, that bed, where her gold lays on
Detroit was never an option, until we started talking…
~ Treazure…
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