Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

See this needle...a see my hand
Drop, drop, dropping it down...oh, so gently
Well here it comes...I touch the plane
Turn me up...won't turn you away

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Pull it out...a paper sleeve
Oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit
I'm so big...a-my whole world
I'd rather you than her

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You're so warm...oh, the ritual...when I lay down your crooked arm

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