When bright blue eyes get dark
I want another eye to
I'm in the mood said baby
I'm in the actual mood
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Muito
They grit their tits
Such severe confection
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Na puta da mi
Just two points of contact
I don't have too much detachment
I
Don't be direct but be specific
Pretty literal pretty little
An ant
Baby marshall those legs
Ain't got no feelin' in those legs
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Loura
Lourinha safada
Safadinha
Oh baby you don't know
You gotta wear those dirt
I can compete with life and all it's details
Don't hold
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