Sharing Eves Apple
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O Blush not so
O blush not so
Or I shall think you knowing;
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O Blush not so
O blush not so
Or I shall think you knowing;
Screw the fate that makes you share a man
One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold
Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing
You try to stick to it like a fly on ricebut the...