"deejay In Prefect Time
dreams of the deejay
shakes the core
of my mind
finding me at a lost
by bending my soul
in prefect time
spinning my needs
and folded my thoughts
away~
and so don't
make me wait
Mr. dj
just turn it up
and release me
come on and release me
set me free
to a beat
that can shake me
turn up the sound
and bump me ~
come on
mr. Dj ~
flip the burn
and set my heart
a blaze~
aka:lyricvixen
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