| Hey hey hey hey
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| Blunt is faking…
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| Hey me, hey pr-r, pr-r
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| There, damn it
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| Her Louis is not embarrassed
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| Kisses, her Louis
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| She doesn't bother me
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| Kisses, her Louis
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| She doesn't bother me
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| Kisses, her Louis
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| Her Louis, her Louis (not embarrassing)
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| With each new kiss, I'm a little cleansed
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| I'm spinning, she's bored
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| I'm sad - she saves
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| Issai tightly twisted
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| Oblique between fingers
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| Angel dust, this is Moscow
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| And don't care who plays how
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| Evil squeezed the larynx
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| I presented everything correctly
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| Her moans are like crystal
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| There is no symbiosis and next
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| Yes, we are a fucking couple
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| I'm always short
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| An embittered dad blows up the pipe
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| I wake up early, I don't need it
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| Louis does not bother me, all this did not fall to me
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| We are so different, we are so idle
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| Louie color blunts and you feel great
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| Angel dust, the flow became gentle
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| Her Louis doesn't bother me
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| She needs me like no one else
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| I keep Hennessy in my coat
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| Cash in the bag, I need Thor
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| Cash in the bag, she needs everything
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| She is where the stars feel bad
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| Where is the crystal layer of the catch
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| Her Louis is not for suckers
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| Kissing near Soho
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| She's not ready yet
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| I see her and I feel hungry
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| She turns all friends into acquaintances
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| And smokes on me, leaving in weightlessness
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| I can't be with you when there is a detachment next to me
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| We will fuck, then she will tell me that everything is in vain
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| After climb back
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| So it has been, so it will be
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| She, blow you up, relax in your hips, hey
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| I'm not embarrassed by her Louis
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| Her Louis, her Louis, her Louis |