The drape of your cloth hangs in a mysterious way,
It reveals and conceals making me astray.
The way you walk, The way you spark
Is making me audaciously ask,
"Let's leave this city and go to suburbs,
Where I can roll my fingers on those curves."
Picture Credits:Kadda Studios
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It reveals and conceals making me astray.
The way you walk, The way you spark
Is making me audaciously ask,
"Let's leave this city and go to suburbs,
Where I can roll my fingers on those curves."
Picture Credits:Kadda Studios
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