Three bows, raff bikini, spinning on the tongue
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We wag around the area on a crazy Kruzak
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In such unreal, under the ringtone Boni-M
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This is the first blind date, without any unnecessary topics.
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And I am yours, and I will understand how imperceptibly
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Tearing off the dress will become crowded
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Passion, awaken secrets in me or hide them,
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But this guy isn't even worth you
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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Passion, awaken secrets in me or hide them,
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But this guy isn't even worth you
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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I'm sick of you
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And this night in the bed of your room
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I want more than anything
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There is no more strength to talk
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We are with you like a hundred days in Vegas
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I invented you myself
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I sat in shorts, weighed on the scales, wrote to Insta
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You shouldn't have sung on a date
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We're going crazy, wake up secrets in me or hide them,
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But this guy isn't even worth you
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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Passion, awaken secrets in me or hide them,
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But this guy isn't even worth you
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack)
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I'm sick of you
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(I will attack, I will attack, I will attack, I will attack) |