Well sometimes I go out, by myslef, and I look across the water. And I think of all the things, of what you're doing, and in my head I paint a picture. Since I've come home, well my body's been a mess, and I miss your tender hair, and the way you like to dress.Oh wont you come on over, stop making a fool out of me,why don't you come on over, Valerie.
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ahh era lo unico que pensaba la mina. jaja. saludos
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