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Darlin Ophelia come a little closer There is witchcraft in your hips, let me into your bubble, I don't care what trouble you boiled baby I need to be spoiled Find your way back into my bed, cough that water up and let's jump into the dark You leave me stumblin for a step stttutterin for a word, and the shape of your legs makes me slur
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
Hamlet should be sorry
Darlin Ophelia come a little closer There is witchcraft in your hips, let me into your bubble, I don't care what trouble you boiled baby I need to be spoiled Find your way back into my bed, cough that water up and let's jump into the dark You leave me stumblin for a step stttutterin for a word, and the shape of your legs makes me slur
jake-meizell
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
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