Through wigs and make up,
I pick up slack,
Where you fall,
I have your back,
You lose your rhythm,
And fall off track,
I am perfections,
In which you lack,
I have no flaws,
I have no cracks,
When you lose yourself,
Find Domino Black.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Through wigs and make up,
I pick up slack,
Where you fall,
I have your back,
You lose your rhythm,
And fall off track,
I am perfections,
In which you lack,
I have no flaws,
I have no cracks,
When you lose yourself,
Find Domino Black.
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