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Its you.... That tickle my tummy that much The one that make me giggle The one that make me made a strange high pitch voices The one that make me up all night and wondering all day Its your hair Its your smile Its your scent Its your move I was wondering How could i possibly let myself stop thinking of you.. Being here.. With me..
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
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Its you.... That tickle my tummy that much The one that make me giggle The one that make me made a strange high pitch voices The one that make me up all night and wondering all day Its your hair Its your smile Its your scent Its your move I was wondering How could i possibly let myself stop thinking of you.. Being here.. With me..
scateredwound
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
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