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tousche sir, tousche

if i was just another dusty record on the shelf would you play me like everybody else?

why do you do what you do to me?

you hurt me, but do i deserve this? you make me so nervous, calm me down

kiss me til you’re drunk and ill show you, i got the moves like jagger

i know i dont know you, but i want you, so bad, everyone has their secrets, oh but can they keep it, oh no they cant