real, cause I love to dance, dance, dance I love to dance, dance, dance I love to dance, dance, dance I love to dance all night and day I love to dance
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
Boy I refuse to say my love is over While I was decided ......... my heart Baby you got me running for cover I need to slow and love you like before
low cowards. Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you, Love songs one minute, then I'm wil'in' on you. That's the pain you gotta love and appreciate, I'm
