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quit lieing,
the love is about
girls sipping on thoughts and
screwing the lines
I see you forgot
what it is material, again
its not about going for the blood, sometimes
do you remember sixteen to put a wreath in your hair
take the all-direction to an excess,
maybe if
I've got a big head they won't see a shoulder's length
because your mother dressed you up no one can touch me now.
running around, five with a headache
silly in the sun
and that, the first I watched a lotion on your legs
make men lazy in their lusts,
suspecting
because you had a moment of a rush
left inside yourself
how can that be flirting?
the love is about
girls sipping on thoughts and
screwing the lines
I see you forgot
what it is material, again
its not about going for the blood, sometimes
do you remember sixteen to put a wreath in your hair
take the all-direction to an excess,
maybe if
I've got a big head they won't see a shoulder's length
because your mother dressed you up no one can touch me now.
running around, five with a headache
silly in the sun
and that, the first I watched a lotion on your legs
make men lazy in their lusts,
suspecting
because you had a moment of a rush
left inside yourself
how can that be flirting?