The truth of my guilt, I'm compelled to confess:
I stumble my words, oh my GOD girl, that dress!
And the ample soft curves that you poured there inside.
And Vickie's got secrets a lady may hide.
I stumble my words, oh my GOD girl, that dress!
And the ample soft curves that you poured there inside.
And Vickie's got secrets a lady may hide.
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