I just don t know how use it, baby...

Анна Устиненко
In our life
We're made for love,
For use the lovers
On blooming flowers.
My baby, listen, I just don't know,
It's very cary or so much slow?
How use it baby? I just don't know!

Our wicked loving we've going through,
It's sin of sorrow, it's tainted trouth.
We are not angels,
It's my imaging,
But not for you...
Just tell me, baby, how shell I do?
I taste you baby, I spend your love,
I'm really sorry, it makes me laugh,
You are, my darling, so handsome, oh...
I'm so attractive, and we belong
To fame and fortune, oh baby, you...
Just tell, my darling, and I can do!

In our life
We're made for love,
For use the lovers
On blooming flowers.
My baby, listen, I just don't know,
It's very cary or so much slow?
How use it baby? I just don't know!


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