Bra musik

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains. I knew I wouldn't forget you and so I went
and let you blow my mind. Your sweet moving, the smell of you in every single dream I dream. I knew
when we collided you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind. Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister
on the radio stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know. Hey soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing
you do, tonight.


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