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Sep 2013
My dress your shirt all on the floor
From the bedroom to the door
Pants belt bra, but wait there's more
Skater boy hit it dont quit it I'm addicted
I need it more and more and more
Morphine ****** baby you name it
Ill be your ***** devil girl, you just gotta say it
Hit it real hard, leave a mark, no playin
Whatever's in your skin keeps me comin and stayin
Mmm, mhm, just like that
Till all the sheets rip and the bed frame cracks
And the floor starts to shake and the walls fall back
Jesus Christ baby where'd you learn to do that
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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