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wterça-feira, 31 de maio de 2005 |
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I’m in love with your brother. What’s his name? I though I’d come by to see him again. And when you two danced, oh, what a dance! And when you to laughed, oh, what a laugh! Has he mentioned my age, love? Or is he more into young girls with died black hair? I’m in love with your brother. I thought I’d come by. I’m in love with your brother. Yes, I am, but maybe I shouldn’t ask for his name. And you danced, oh, what a dance! And you laughed, oh, what a laugh! Does he know what I do? And you’ll pass this on, won’t you? And if I asks him once what could he say? Is he willing? Can he play? I wasn’t really looking for some more than some company on the dance floor and does he know what I do and you pass this one, won’t you? If I asks him once what could he say? Is he willing? Can he play?
posted by
João Cândido at 00:24
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