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Soirée
Contributed by
plasticherry
on
Wednesday, 17th December 2014 @ 12:33:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Let's run away from Hamptons
Where the guests are made of stone
Plastic wives with butcher knives
And their husbands with no backbone
Hold my hand lets make a scene
Cuz baby its madness and grace
There is nothing in between
Yeah they call me wild
I've never been the one to tame
But I melt like a peach sorbet
When you call my name
Lets leave the plastic paradise
And go chase the Arizona sky
We'll sell my pearls and drink Jack
We'll leave the soiree not looking back
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2014-12-17 12:33:58] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Soirée
(User Rating: 1 ) by BumpyJ on
Wednesday, 17th December 2014 @ 07:01:59 PM AEST (User
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Nice. I hope that its Honey Jack y'all drinking. |
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