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Fan
Let's don't mind them, my dear
Let's hobnob with you
Turn on the fan every now and then
On a summer day, sweatily
Aaayy
Without a pack of lies, tell me what I am to you?
You asked for it, asked for it
Don't get nervous now, nope!
Your heart is a daredevil, a capsizing
And it's looking for a wind so it aspires my reason
And the origin of the cloth (of your heart) is unknown
It's fireproof, can't be ironed
Your garden is up to whom?
Its bush is an observer of my thorn
This much of hate is love
It can't be washed, can't be rubed while washing
Let's don't mind them, my dear
Let's hobnob with you
Turn on the fan every now and then
On a summer day, sweatily
Aaayy
Without a pack of lies, tell me what I am to you?
You asked for it, asked for it
Don't get nervous now, nope!
Your heart is a daredevil, a capsizing
And it's looking for a wind so it aspires my reason
And the origin of the cloth (of your heart) is unknown
It's fireproof, can't be ironed
Your garden is up to whom?
Its bush is an observer of my thorn
This much of hate is love
It can't be washed, can't be rubed while washing
You itch for trouble
And also you try my patience
I say "he/she is a widow, he/she gets used to it"
It gets thick like this
You itch for trouble
And also you try my patience
I say "he/she is a widow, he/she gets used to it"
It gets thick like this
Your heart is a daredevil, a capsizing
And it's looking for a wind so it aspires my reason
And the origin of the cloth (of your heart) is unknown
It's fireproof, can't be ironed
Your garden is up to whom?
Its bush is an observer of my thorn
This much of hate is love
It can't be washed, can't be rubed while washing
Your heart is a daredevil, a capsizing
And it's looking for a wind so it aspires my reason
And the origin of the cloth (of your heart) is unknown
It's fireproof, can't be ironed
Your garden is up to whom?
Its bush is an observer of my thorn
This much of hate is love
It can't be washed, can't be rubed while washing
Your heart is a daredevil, a capsizing
And it's looking for a wind so it aspires my reason
And the origin of the cloth (of your heart) is unknown
It's fireproof, can't be ironed
Your garden is up to whom?
Its bush is an observer of my thorn
This much of hate is love
It can't be washed, can't be rubed while washing
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