Beach baby. Den här texten. Alltså nej, den är bara allt. Den är bara allt.

When you're out,
Tell your lucky one to know that you'll leave.
But you don't lock when you're fleeing
I'd like not hear keys

Only hold till your coffee warms,
But don't hurry and speed.

One a time put a tongue in your ear on the beach
And you clutched
Kicking heels

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