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Victoria secret show 2010
So here's where the problem starts
You're shitting on my heart
Oh I can't take it again and again and again
I like to wake and go to bed around whenever
I like to maybe come and go when I choose
But now I'm waiting for a text, call, whatever
What's gotten into me, besides you
You're like a rush, you're like a drug, it's just the sight of you
I like to think that I could kick you but it's what you do
When you wink at me
What's the lord think of me
For being so fucking weak, I find it hard for me to breathe
So here's where my story ends
/m
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