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I thought I’d forget The night that we met, But your eyes Burned my thighs, And your name makes me sweat. I thought I had a choice, But...

Live Performances I feel like my Grammy Jane as I type this, but I’m going to write it anyway … Nobody knows how to behave anymore. In...

Your words Make my skin burn. I flush from your (attention), Especially when you (mention) What you want to do with me. You pretend To...