Well she comes from the land Valencian winds. Deciduous daydream, dressage around the bend. See sometimes just maybe, the mistress of when. A triptych of new touch, from heaven to men.
She likes nice cars, invinsible trends. She bites the heads off her mutual friends. We dine at the table, she sits at the end. She likes big words and playing pretend.
Come now dear boys, How, where to begin? She's Ursula major of the prison within. She's always in parties, she's struggling to win. Your sashes of New-Ro from psychic to sin.
Let down your void, your need to defend. So psuedo-mindascious, she's cruel in bed. You'd think she was precious, something like you said. Cause she's got the secret in which fate depends.
She likes nice cars, impossible trends. She bites the heads off her mutual friends. We dine at the table, she sits at the end. She likes the boys that meet her late by the Glen.
She likes nice cars, invinsible trends. She bites the heads off her mutual friends. We dine at the table, she sits at the end. She likes big words and playing pretend.
She likes nice cars, impossible trends. She bites the heads off her musical friends. We dine at the table, she sits at the end. She likes big words ---
She likes nice cars, invinsible trends. ------ We dine at the table, she sits at the end. She likes big words ---
She likes nice cars, impossible trends. She bites the heads off her nucular friends. She lites of the candles, with burning romen. She likes the ones that you'll never understand.
She likes big words. She likes big words.
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She likes big words. She likes big words. She likes big words.
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