Mar 2020
She fires another love dart
and it pierces my loveheart
and for part of each day
you will hear me say,
ouch,
but in a nice way
because that kind of pain
is kind of nice.
and it pierces my loveheart
and for part of each day
you will hear me say,
ouch,
but in a nice way
because that kind of pain
is kind of nice.
(67/Here and now)
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