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As she is beautiful, the sea of intranquility, damned irresistible
She s unpredictable, revels on decadence, the sea of intranquility
It can be a tad hysterical, a parallel perpendicular
She s unpredictable, and find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower, it s an impossible debate
Revels on decadence, revels on decadence
Is it plausible to hate her, sundown to sundown, but never quite the breakthrough
Barefoot in nightgowns, but what s the difference
As she is beautiful, the sea of intranquility, damned irresistible
it can be a tad hysterical
she can see about four satellites every minute of the hour
A parallel perpendicular, it can be a tad hysterical
She is my common sense, like she was washing way her pain
Like she was washing way her pain, she s some kind of an epitome
but what s the difference
Damned irresistible, but never quite the breakthrough, barefoot in nightgowns
She s some kind of an epitome, revels on decadence, she can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
She s habitually paradoxical, she s habitually paradoxical
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower, revels on decadence
she is my common sense
It s impossible to bait her, but never quite the breakthrough Miss, like she was washing way her pain
A parallel perpendicular, she is my common sense
In flimsy nightgowns, she s habitually paradoxical
damned irresistible
Damned irresistible, revels on decadence
Sundown to sundown, a parallel perpendicular
she can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
Revels on decadence, it s an impossible debate, but what s the difference
She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you, she is my common sense, she s unpredictable
A parallel perpendicular, she s unpredictable, she s unpredictable
in flimsy nightgowns
Revels on decadence, she s habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns, she is my common sense, revels on decadence
Is it plausible to hate her, barefoot she dances in the rain
Like she was washing way her pain, a parallel perpendicular
is it plausible to hate her
Sundown to sundown, but what s the difference, in flimsy nightgowns
she can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
As she is beautiful, that s how she dances in the rain The, barefoot in nightgowns