Yeah!
It's a rolling fire that stops for a moment
Another 50 bullets lost to the 4 winds!
Whoa! she breaks down doors!
Wow! look how strong she is!
From submissive to despot:
Another stupid rich little girl!
One hundred and eighty ninety
She relaxes, I'm running away
Yeah! I suspect it; what she knows how to do
She carries everything she worships
A story, a mystery:
She can never keep quiet
When he she has to, she falls
As it's high, she bends down
She gets carried away
She's going to turn around yeah!
One hundred and eighty / ninety
br/>She defends herself, I run away
Oh! how severe her pout is!
Or could it be her heart in trouble?
Her soul cries out in anger
Yet spared in all misery
In any case she shows off
To whiten her nostrils
It's voracity
Which will take us away yeah!
Cent eighty / ninety
She relaxes, I run away
One hundred and eighty / ninety
She defends herself, I walk away scrolls

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