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tiny dancer

Tiny dancer tiny dancer Love my hands Love me Tell me im handsom and you wanna dance with me all day In the sand In the shade oh the smell of jade and your perfect hair and your pretty face Elton sings your sweet song and we both count the headlights listening to one headlight by the wall flowers and lennon tells me Don't loose your head like I did tell her she dances so good in your weary head kiss her face And tell her That she's your tiny dancer In your head
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jam-rock
33 / M / American
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Mar 2, 2013
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