Catch a thousand kisses.
I've sent them on the wind.
I've sent them on the wind.
When I say that what I really want
is waterproof thigh~highs
in the desert...
Forbid the still.
Forbid the sun.
is waterproof thigh~highs
in the desert...
Forbid the still.
Forbid the sun.
Until my pouting lips
are close enough
to prove to You,
my love,
are close enough
to prove to You,
my love,
the weather.
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