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Jun 2018
Got me feeling like a kid
Feeling like this is it
And when the sun comes up
Will you be here in the morning?
My own angel from hell
And with a body like that it’s easy to tell
Cause last night
When I was gripping your neck
And I was slapping your face
Both hands pulling my hair
As I slide your ******* off of your waist
Cause I know you can’t wait
To drop down my lips
Waiting for me to know how you taste
Nothing makes sense to me lately
Except you seem to save me
And I’m a fiend for this has me shaky
Having you like a drug daily
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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       Steve, Keith Wilson, Puds and Jamie Horridge
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