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your prestige and glamour have grown too much so many people bow down to you but you can’t see your own feet. expect me unwelcome to your golden throne i’ll raise your prices flat iron my tongue to make you happy rhythmize my lips so they sway to the beat of my hips, to the music of love love love
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
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your prestige and glamour have grown too much so many people bow down to you but you can’t see your own feet. expect me unwelcome to your golden throne i’ll raise your prices flat iron my tongue to make you happy rhythmize my lips so they sway to the beat of my hips, to the music of love love love
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
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