"Come here baby put your hands on my body," she insists with a seductive faux-Caribbean twang, a compliment to the underlying reggae guitar strums and brazen beats that bubble with more tropical flavour than fridge-chilled Lilt. "I'll explore your body completely," interjects Fiddy, adding extra fizz to an already provocative and hip-grinding bottle of pop. Something tells us Steve Jones is going to have a hard time concentrating on his auto-cue come September.
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