her eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns like rum on the fire, hot and fast and angry as she can be i walk my days on a wire, it looks ugly, but its clean, oh momma dont fuss over me
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her eyes and words are so icy, oh but she burns like rum on the fire, hot and fast and angry as she can be i walk my days on a wire, it looks ugly, but its clean, oh momma dont fuss over me
