What are your whysky eyes hided,
What is your curly heart supported?
I am a little out of mind mine,
I don't believe in your comportment.
Say me - come here - I will run wild,
Tell me the lies I want to listen.
With my soul opened wiser, wiser,
With you deep talks - and never listen.
This is for sure not a true love,
Something is stocked inside my breathless.
You are the man I want to follow,
I am a women you're not kissing.
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© Copyright: Мэри Ру, 2019
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