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L'amour
Love, not me
All these "always"
It is not clear, it plays tricks
It goes without show
Like a traitor velvet
It hurts me, or get tired, depending on the day
Love, it's worthless,
I'm worried about everything,
And that is disguised as soft
When it thunders, when it bites me
So yes, it's worse than anything
Because I want to, more,
Why do lots of fun, thrills, caresses, the poor promises?
What good is left back
The heart pounding,
Do not understand it,
It is an ambush
Love it does not
It's not St. Lawrence
It does not fall perfectly
If I do not think my style is not for lack of trying,
And love j'laisse fall!
What is the heap of fun, thrills, caresses, the poor promises?
Why let resume
The heart pounding,
Do not understand it,
It is an ambush
Love, I am not
I prefer to occasionally
I prefer the taste of the wind
The strange taste and soft skin of my lovers,
But love, not really!
bebe✕
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