SIN TETAS HAY PARAÍSO.
8.5.08
She moves like she don’t care.
Smooth as silk, cool as air.
Ooh, it makes you wanna cry.
She doesn’t know your name and your heart beats like a subway train.
Ooh, it makes you wanna die.
Ooh, don’t you wanna take her? Wanna make her all your own?
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