To say goodbye
The French say is to die
A little, your health is so sexy
Hey pony, can you it for me
Calico agreement, left-hand shake it's magic
Valentine customers, and the flaw in the plan was the plan
Prepare to take them as you find them, look behind them
Dead sea fruit, ingénue, between a gardening shoe
Smells like grilled hair and warm thrills, from a sweet tooth necklace, strong strumpet
Pony school, phony pool, sisters impossible, do it for me
Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath, forever
Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath, forever
Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath, forever
Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath
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