I call it...
Tigers!
This was the room where she had died.
300,000 satisfied men
Smiling to you, dear;
Arlene turned to me,
raising her brows like a pair of question marks.
Would you try anything once?
Its subtle, whatever it is.
Ooh-la-la
Everything becomes peaceful after this stuff
I never joined up to ride on tigers
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