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In the night of twinkling stars, I spied over a gorgeous man. I wish if he would be interested in me, So I spied over him through the binoculars.   He lives across the window, and I am not so far, Still I watch him through the binoculars like watching a migrant star I don’t want to keep him out of my sight. No matter what I am doing is crime and is not right.   I sit and hide in the window curtain by the gable wall Linger around for the night to fall Just to watch him walking naked through the hall That's the secret, and I am not going to tell you at all   I chuckle myself on what I see And wonder if he is just like me He jumps on to the bed naked And that is what the interesting happening   So I keep watching him through the binoculars And wish if he would be interested in me.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Watching Over Him Through Binoculars
In the night of twinkling stars, I spied over a gorgeous man. I wish if he would be interested in me, So I spied over him through the binoculars.   He lives across the window, and I am not so far, Still I watch him through the binoculars like watching a migrant star I don’t want to keep him out of my sight. No matter what I am doing is crime and is not right.   I sit and hide in the window curtain by the gable wall Linger around for the night to fall Just to watch him walking naked through the hall That's the secret, and I am not going to tell you at all   I chuckle myself on what I see And wonder if he is just like me He jumps on to the bed naked And that is what the interesting happening   So I keep watching him through the binoculars And wish if he would be interested in me.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
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