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Sep 2013
Play pool like you do
With me tippin over next to you
Grab me by my jeans, in your T, unsweet
Kiss me with your whiskey
I know that you miss me
In a cloud of smoke, we'll go up
I get the king chair
With the quilt showing off my hair
In the middle of the room
Everything in view
Metal walls, I have it all
Sound system and the air kissin
The lights inside keep it lookin like my favorite season
Year round, won't turn down
My favorite place on this side of town
In the way back past the gate
A swing hangin from the prettiest tree I've ever seen
How I love to play
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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