In the deep dark depths of another instalment
She shows me the power of her interior regalement
And stalking me with those big blue eyes
She promises heaven from her thundery thighs
And the fun of it is in the ruby of her lips
Which tremble on the shine of the glass as she sips
The whole gamut of her mystery are these
Baby, let´s make history, please.
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