And I'll teach you, mi amor.
It all comes from somewhere,
and it's usually from my dick.
White, winter, ghost
and it all comes like a fountain,
white, winter, ghost,
Not Christmas.
Not January lights,
white, winter, ghosts
- Lay back, child, and I will tell you a story. - Can I tell the story, too? - Okay, sure. I'll start, and you continue with what...
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