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i’m getting lost in your curls, i’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls. i like your looks when you get mean, i know I shouldn’t say so but when you claw me like a cat i’m beaming. i like the way you squeeze my hand, pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream. i’m getting lost in your curls, i’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see, not for boys, they’re just for
hurry to talk, from far away..i can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair. when we’re alone, I wanna say "let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe"
put on the dress that I like, it makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why, keep on your stockings for a while..some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there.

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