Come on, come out of the rain. You're not oppressed you're just too learned. I took the book, I lit the page - your sabbatical was burning.
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage. Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa....I already did.
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Some things work but me I choose to lose my skin in the dirt. This whiskey priest he burned the church to keep his girls alive.
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Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage we meet. Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa.....I already did.
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Streets Of Fire
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