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Not Woman, I die If you don't see me I gone. You don't feel me, Between your arms Between my legs. You could never sing me Your no woman, no cry. Without tongue, without touch How is a Woman to know she is wanted? Without tongue, without touch A Good Woman continues the dance Enjoying the curves and crevices She possesses. Without tongue but with cheek. No Woman, no cry.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
No Woman, no cry
Not Woman, I die If you don't see me I gone. You don't feel me, Between your arms Between my legs. You could never sing me Your no woman, no cry. Without tongue, without touch How is a Woman to know she is wanted? Without tongue, without touch A Good Woman continues the dance Enjoying the curves and crevices She possesses. Without tongue but with cheek. No Woman, no cry.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
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