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Her gunmetal eyes will rip you to shreds
She mires and elevates in everything she says
Be wary of her hearts sensuous pull,
She'll rib, and then cage your mortal soul.
I suppose this is love, this inexplicable desire
The thrill of dancing in a world on fire.
She mires and elevates in everything she says
Be wary of her hearts sensuous pull,
She'll rib, and then cage your mortal soul.
I suppose this is love, this inexplicable desire
The thrill of dancing in a world on fire.