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Staying High
Let’s pull down those jeans, boy, and let me have a look
Just a little salty kiss and maybe then we’ll fuck
I used to look for love, but love showed me the door
So now I’m staying high and I’m fucking like a whore
Just a little salty kiss and maybe then we’ll fuck
I used to look for love, but love showed me the door
So now I’m staying high and I’m fucking like a whore
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