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Hmm, hier ist der Anfang des Liedes...
"... I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you. Said I liked your shoes, You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs, And out of view. No prying eyes. I poured some wine. I asked your name; You asked the time. Now it's two o'clock. The club is closed, And we are up the block. Your hands are on me, I am pressing hard against your jeans, Your tongue in my mouth, Trying to keep the words from coming out, You didn't care to know Who else may have been you before. ..." |
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Bright eyes - Lover I Don't Have To Love
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Richtig, du bist.
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mach du, oder jemand anderes, weiter da ich ab morgen früh für ne weile weg bin
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Los Leute, das ist eure Chance
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da gibt man den leuten eine chance und sie nutzen sie nicht
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hab eben noch nit vorbei gekuckt
![]() dan nutz ich mal schnell die chance Squalid the weak stumbles... Orgasmic Mass Hysteria! You're creeping for a charlatan god Awake... mals ehn obs was wird ![]() |