Author: b***l
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Review: Lucky you were born that far away so We could both make fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of your existence Baby, I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body Never could imagine there were only Ten million ways to love somebody Le-do-lo-le-lo-le, le-do-lo-le-lo-le Can't you see? I'm at your feet Whenever, wherever We're meant to be together I'll be there, and you'll be near And that's the deal, my dear There over, hereunder You'll never have to wonder We can always play by ear But that's the deal, my dear Lucky that my lips not only mumble They spill kisses like a fountain Lucky that my breasts are small and humble So you don't confuse 'em with mountains
Färg: Svart
