I bet you are pretty,
You have to,
You have a perfect shape and body,
Please turn, would you?
You one of those polite kind,
Soft voice with a wild mind,
I hope you're not a spoiled child,
So please turn around,
I have to see your face,
Its not about beauty,
I just want see your glance,
I hope you turn for the sake of me,
The ride is almost over,
And so far u havent dropped on any stops,
I hope you stay and keep my head sobber,
Or turn so I can start over...
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
I bet you are pretty,
You have to,
You have a perfect shape and body,
Please turn, would you?
You one of those polite kind,
Soft voice with a wild mind,
I hope you're not a spoiled child,
So please turn around,
I have to see your face,
Its not about beauty,
I just want see your glance,
I hope you turn for the sake of me,
The ride is almost over,
And so far u havent dropped on any stops,
I hope you stay and keep my head sobber,
Or turn so I can start over...
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