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Ooh baby my soul is bubbling up between the cracks my heart is a steamroller, gonna run you off the tracks my head is an animal my fingers are liars they shake like they don't want to touch you tonight but I do oh baby, I do sour sticky sweet pumping out for hours, take a seat I'll keep you weighed down by my teeth on your collarbone, we both know it's where theyd rather be, and we both know there's no escaping me when I'm out on the prowl -- take a backseat (we both know it's where you'd rather be.)
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
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Ooh baby my soul is bubbling up between the cracks my heart is a steamroller, gonna run you off the tracks my head is an animal my fingers are liars they shake like they don't want to touch you tonight but I do oh baby, I do sour sticky sweet pumping out for hours, take a seat I'll keep you weighed down by my teeth on your collarbone, we both know it's where theyd rather be, and we both know there's no escaping me when I'm out on the prowl -- take a backseat (we both know it's where you'd rather be.)
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24/F/Ohio
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
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