Sunday Mistress Testo
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Testo Sunday Mistress
I'm plotting what ill say to you last night now go lay dawn and pen out your mind. Now concentrate as I squeeze out the juice from the twinkle in her eyes.
It's so good, how can I tell her about you?
I reeled you in and kissed the hook, bait-less and pure by the book. My road at a wind eyes locked we'll waltz around the clock, parallel to ground.
All hitched rides must end, smile around the bend.
Sunlight rollover to another's face.
It's so good, how can I tell her I can't tell her about you
It's so good, how can I tell her about you?
I reeled you in and kissed the hook, bait-less and pure by the book. My road at a wind eyes locked we'll waltz around the clock, parallel to ground.
All hitched rides must end, smile around the bend.
Sunlight rollover to another's face.
It's so good, how can I tell her I can't tell her about you
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