I’m trapped in a multisource of desire,
when I’m with you.
It’s like you set me on fire,
when I see you.
Is it horrible how people could get naughty?
I don’t think they agree when they ever seen you
Is it horrible how people could show feelings freely?
Cos I must say that your magic is true
And I believe they will understand when they meet you
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