Hoy desperté con ganas de dejar de ser una nena.
We are so smooth now
Our edges are beaten drift wood widdled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We'll mine our sparks to shout us above.
Ay, cancioncita primaveral.
Our edges are beaten drift wood widdled down
Old bodies slip when they make love
We'll mine our sparks to shout us above.
Ay, cancioncita primaveral.
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