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30 ODD FOOT OF GRUNTS >> Merchandise Links
30 ODD FOOT OF GRUNTS
(Crowe) This time is no different I control my urge to feed Stalking your scent Through the kitchen This type of social gathering Leaves openings for speech And I would talk to you But I'm twisting If you knew what I was thinking You'd probably drown me In what you were drinking I'd swim for sure To hold you To hold you Tiny little shivers From across a crowded room Every time I see you You haunt me I know that it's possible I have dreamt that it came true That you left him And you want me Which mode are you in Is this the poor little girl My princess My queen I'll take them all And hold you Hold you If you knew what I was thinking You'd probably drown me In what you were drinking I'd swim for sure To hold you To hold you To hold you
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