I love how do that voodoo that you do
that's got me thinking of nobody but you...
If this sincere feeling my heart feels be a dream, dare i not wake from it ...I say...to the earth beneath me "pardon me while I kiss the sky" you got me feeling flight is my born right ...you got me feeling like walking on earth is overrated ...daughter of a new born sun... Oh let your beauty reign...smitten be less of a word...enchanting beautybe fit for mine tongue's speech...
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
I love how do that voodoo that you do
that's got me thinking of nobody but you...
If this sincere feeling my heart feels be a dream, dare i not wake from it ...I say...to the earth beneath me "pardon me while I kiss the sky" you got me feeling flight is my born right ...you got me feeling like walking on earth is overrated ...daughter of a new born sun... Oh let your beauty reign...smitten be less of a word...enchanting beautybe fit for mine tongue's speech...
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