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Aug 2013
Barefoot made me kiss you, but please I insist of you, this can not stay under wraps for long
And now I may be wrong, but I know that our heads are strong , the truth will set us free, but only if you want to be a part of me
I think you know what I see, everytime I close my eyes and I know I came as a surprise but the best things always are , we soon have business with another man , and ill be ****** if I don't give this my best
shot, our island sun burns so hot, exposing the freckles on your skin
Ill die trying so alert my next of kin
Barefoot made me sin , but like your tree there's 2 sides to every story
Gotta love a sale and the truth
Written by
Alexander Ross
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