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Oh boy with French nails You like to see We could have had sex

Late night Room no.5 I would not know what I would do on this earth Without this sound Moving out slowly Inertia creeps

You are warming me up in love my dear But with all this love In this heat Are you not afraid I will fly out.

I ran out of poetry Frantically I reach my pocket No cigarettes What now? But it's a lie So what's happening to me now? We never know but on th..

My friends at Room no.5 Are free Rump Dump Tump I happen to like the buzz.

I saw a beautiful jacket I caught a cold

And I see it I find my friends on room no.5

You ain't there I ain't there Chocolate boy You like it sweet I like Lind't