Sexy dancing

And I want to laugh.

It's the *****.

Going up in my head.

All the *******.

That I took tonight.

To draw the courage.

To tell you I'm sick of it.

Of you.

And your conduct.

From your body.

Who let me behave.

And takes away all hope.

I've had enough, I've got to tell you.

You make me mad, you make me sick.

I'm dealing with your temper.

Without daring to say you exaggerate, yes.

You exaggerate, you know it now, sometimes.

I want to strangle you, God.

That you've changed in five years.

You let yourself go, you let yourself go.

You're beautiful to look at.

Your arms falling on your shoes.

And your old, tight robe.

And your curlers, what a look.

I wonder every day.

How did you make me like you?

How could I woo you?

And alien my whole life.

That way, you look like your mother.

Who has nothing to inspire love.

It's the turbulent wind beneath Sault's wind.

It's the spring rain that licks my cheeks.

When you love me.

It's the burning sun that caress my skin.

And the light air of time with sweet, warm breath.

When you love me.

It's in addition to all that a thousand more things.

That are yours and mine And my body is troubled.

Of infinite weakness.

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