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miss.
miss,
Be me you,
I'd still love you.
Only you.
And make my Suiters bleat.
Tell me, potrait of african dreams.
How does it feel to be beauty in this rotten existence.
To be cute, in a pit?
Do you ever cling onto someone,
With...
Be me you,
I'd still love you.
Only you.
And make my Suiters bleat.
Tell me, potrait of african dreams.
How does it feel to be beauty in this rotten existence.
To be cute, in a pit?
Do you ever cling onto someone,
With...
