You feel a little weaker every time you look into my big green eyes. Your hand moves toward your wallet as I smile. A dollar per precious, beautiful curve. Don't even try, you know you want to make me happy.
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You feel a little weaker every time you look into my big green eyes. Your hand moves toward your wallet as I smile. A dollar per precious, beautiful curve. Don't even try, you know you want to make me happy.