Oh, sweet creature,I realize now you die a little in my arm,Before you even taste my love

Oh, sweet creature,
I realize now you die a little in my arm,
Before you even taste my love

(…) Love is a dangerous drug.
You have to receive it and you still can’t get enough of the stuff (…)

(…) Love is a dangerous drug.

You have to receive it and you still can’t get enough of the stuff (…)


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