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Apr 2014
Every time I think of you
I turn red as a lobster in a stew
But I get so scared I bid you adieu
Until I think in a different point of view

Your being cutes
Let me sit next to you, scoots
Stay, let me take off your boots
Let's bite the forbidden fruit

Tonight I feel a little risque
Because tonight I want to go all the way
Why the heck did I do this?
Jindomess
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Jindomess  Down the street
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