watch me! watch me!
the belle of the ball
my heart, my
C'mon we're young, we're young
Yet we'll be dead as soon
c'mon
did I judge this wrong?
but you had it all
you had
Carry me hooting and howling
to the river to wash off
Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Her fruit was ripe, I
Oh when I'm older I'll hear this moment and I'll
When we turn up in our turn up’s,
our hearts
By smirking prank of fate,
we find ourselves dancing late,
I feel as if I’ve been where you have been
the
Kick!
The spirit kicks,
but the moonshine plays cheap tricks.
Unstable stands afflush with fans
pilfered piles and pints in
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