THE FEMALE HEIR
Dress down
Before you
Fall in love with me,
I'm melting, melting, melting, melting you
Dress down
Touching my hair upwardly on purpose
The scent of hair
It is even calculated temptation
Dress down
I'm exposing on purpose
With my lipstick of magic
I'm waiting, waiting for you
Dress down
Before you
Fall in love with me,
I'm melting, melting, melting, melting you
In that moment of distraction she looked up to see the reflection of two of ladies at the corner coming to knock her out.
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