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I Dont Want To Be Too Much Cleaver

Baby I don’t want to be Pricks on your way Baby I don’t want to be Your rainy day Sweetheart I don’t want to be Sand in your eyes Sweetheart I don’t want to be Your fruitless tries Honey I don’t want to be Too much cleaver Honey I don’t want to taste Your sweet flavor

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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