9.Frenchy, I'm Faking
Frenchy, I'm faking
Been longing to stir you up
Changing looks slightly like back in the nineties
Far and away whistle delayed delights
The prospect of lightning was ever so frightening
I said your kisses are nice
But I'm looking for hills to roll
Down with abandon and no understanding
I borrowed your suitcase
And filled it with pearls and gold
You let me down lightly
I killed you politely
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