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What You Could Make Me Do
translated into Spanighm then back into English...
what you could do to me that she does
first verse
Memory when you and fodder plant
and Joe and I it decided to kill to a
bottle of champán,
color of rose of Andre, two-for-five,
in a cover of
the building in the December cold. Memory
to be unemployed in the cover
of this building with this bottle of champán
cheap in my hand and not to
take care of that was cold,
that that broke
the law.
He was young, and
it frees.
And it had friends.
We were stopped in the dimension of a
variable of a triangle
and did to the person in the drunk center. I said
that they had to rotate whereas they drank,
then belch when they were
done. The fodder plant and Joe were more than wanting;
belching was a
competition for them.
And I did one of the boys
by one night, to become
closest to you.
You did not wish belch,
or to return, or really even to
the drink.
I did not do to him. But you.
And it wanted to think that
about its heart you you did it
because you wished to follow to me.
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