All chiseled good looks you fix your hair with a half smile I stare You are that foreign confident puzzle you chose to be I let you be I let you stain my dream with superior charm and wit I will…
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All chiseled good looks you fix your hair with a half smile I stare You are that foreign confident puzzle you chose to be I let you be I let you stain my dream with superior charm and wit I will…