And my constant apologies.
I really fucked up.
Oh lover,
My hands are tied,
Depending on your good graces.
Coercion practiced
If you twist my arm.
If you force my open hand,
I can make myself again.
I can dye your hair cherry red,
Move your bed under the window.
Oh sweetheart And my constant apologies. I really fucked up. Oh lover, My hands are tied, Depending on your good graces. Coercion practiced If you twist my arm. If you force my open hand, I can make myself again. I can dye your hair cherry red, Move your bed under the window. Explain Request ×
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