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Nov 11
I don’t wanna get up.
I wanna stay here in bed.
A million things to do to you
Running through my head.
Those lips, those hips, I tighten my grip.
You’re the sexiest boy there is.
No I don’t wanna get up.
Cause baby if I did.
I’d have to leave you here alone in this bed.
11-11-24 🎶 To the tune of the old Toys R Us song, ya know, the one about not growing up and being a Toys R Us kid.
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My Enchanted Life
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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