Who´s she
Blowing kisses from the catwalk
Tell me
I
God I´m such a creep
I´m having so much fun
Such a long time ago, I found you
in the street
You have got your troubles
And I have got my
I see you dying without pain
Poison pumping through your
You are weak in me
I can feel it
but do
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