My lady, your Lablakeley dress descending from your shoulders It's lifting me up in surprise, I thought I've gone away Your body rhythm shifts about and sends me sweet aromas That little sparkle in your life, it's sugar on my day I want to sleep with you at night and wake up on your toes As I kiss softly from your stomach where we lay
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