Frenchy, I'm faking,
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Been longing to stir you up,
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Changing looks slightly like back in the '90s,
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Far and away whistle delayed delights.
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The prospect of lightning was ever so frightening,
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I said youre kisses are nice,
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But I'm looking for hills to roll,
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Down with abandon and no understanding.
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I borrowed your suitcase and filled it with pearls and gold,
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You let me down lightly,
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I killed you politely.
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Frenchy, I'm Faking
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| Architecture In Helsinki |
