Please stop looking at me
With those eyes made of fire.
My eyes are the sea,
And when flames meet the ocean,
The result is pretty lackluster.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Please stop looking at me
With those eyes made of fire.
My eyes are the sea,
And when flames meet the ocean,
The result is pretty lackluster.
Your gasoline isn’t here.
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