Hey you.... got mad color boo, straight tripping to lace throug each stich it swen.. sweet, you enter my heart and complete. Simple in beauty but rare in your eye, the matters of your brain never seem to lie, just simply multiply the beats of my heart, making love music move every part. I sway my hip and shake my chai booty back..missing the stares of them wack daddy macs holding young girls tails, making wise women think twice before any lame mission can fail. I break, thinking only of lost thoughts, reminising bad memories of lovers caught in the current of my weary head...i rest assure, forget my melody and jazz off slowly to bed.
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