She wears a wet skirt
Her head is shaking
Towards my downy chin
It doesn't move me at all
Her head is shaking
Towards my downy chin
It doesn't move me at all
A great thing passes by
Another leaves my mind
She wears a true story
That's what she claims
How she was out for pleasure
But found enemies before her
Cross my heart
I'm afraid now
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