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Dance for me like you're not working- smiling eyes, look deep in my soul. The beat bumps irrelevant nothings while I let you take control. Hips speaking more than words, and I sit and contemplate the show. Although I'm paying, it's not faking to say I don't truly know: Was this moment real - and does it matter, if I'm still happy when I get home?
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
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Dance for me like you're not working- smiling eyes, look deep in my soul. The beat bumps irrelevant nothings while I let you take control. Hips speaking more than words, and I sit and contemplate the show. Although I'm paying, it's not faking to say I don't truly know: Was this moment real - and does it matter, if I'm still happy when I get home?
andnada
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
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