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looks! how nice
I need help I lost my mind
and my teeth I start to grind,
I feel flashes everywhere
From the front up to the rear,
In your pictures looking nice
So good looking full of spice,
You turn heads on every street
Making men think in oblique,
No wonder people bump in poles
As if losing their controls,
The eyes just stick onto your guise
For this view there is no price.
and my teeth I start to grind,
I feel flashes everywhere
From the front up to the rear,
In your pictures looking nice
So good looking full of spice,
You turn heads on every street
Making men think in oblique,
No wonder people bump in poles
As if losing their controls,
The eyes just stick onto your guise
For this view there is no price.
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