I found you, i the corner between the others, He told me to choose.
..and there she was, a beauty, with the white enterprising skin, locked with a touch a silvery lining.
I'm posting with your back turning on me.
You don't know
So tell me? How do I play you?
How does the rhythm fill you?
How does the rhythm fill you?
How does the melody touch your wood?
Where were you?
Next to me, all the time
Roughing it out together,
No baby you hang up :)
I know this thing will never change
Until i sell you.
I guess really ...
..you found me in the little shop between others, You told him to choose
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