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It's late
I'm lit
I need to get home quick
So I can think about your face
And feel you here in every way
It's late
I'm lit
I need to get home quick
So I can think about your face
And feel you here in every way
It's my imagination
That holds my motivation
On the tip of my tongue
How could pleasure be wrong
You are my fascination
Proof of a god's creation
Safe to tell you I'm sprung
Honey, you are the one for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
It's late
I'm lit
I need to get home quick
So I can think about your face
And feel you here in every way
Ooh
It's my imagination
That holds my motivation
On the tip of my tongue
How could pleasure be wrong
You are my fascination
Proof of a god's creation
Safe to tell you I'm sprung
Honey, you are the one for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for, ha
One for me
One for me
One for me



Авторы: Casandra Marin



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