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They call it wild,
For when he dances he squeezes,
It touches, the suit goes up.
It has the men going crazy,
Following a lightning.
[He, He]
And dance like a goddess,
As if they did not see her.
It loosens the hair,
Make a spell,
Tonight I would like to.
That I was the prey,
Let her mouth bite.
And it is touching smooth,
Like bewitching the moon.
She makes you a spell,
That takes you to heights.
She is the cat that attacks you,
In the dark night.
Pure substance, my fever.
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Wild,
They call you wild ...
She anxiously touches herself,
Hell is in his mouth.
It is trapeze of that note that you drown,
Your darkness, your skin without soil, your rock.
If it touches you, it allocates you.
And play with you,
As if life were not there,
With just one kiss,
In your arms you die.
She is your cat, white,
Your fierce rock.
It tightens, it does not play.
Report Abnormal
The bandit
The wildest
Don
Nelly
Absolutely the secret weapon
Bambino
To role with us have to reach ac? above,
Tell them we wait.
Lunney Tuns
The Abnormal
More bandolero than I am none,
More wild than me there is none.
[Wild ... They call me Wild ...]
Only among all we can make this a better place :)