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just strut. What the *?. So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around. For more than a minute, get used to it. Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth. 'Cause I stay winning. Lay 'em up like. Swish, swish
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. So sincere but don't get out of line. A. I. in his prime Harden at the line. Swish do it on me all night. Yeah I wanna bust it down. Until it's daylight. How you keep your toes. White and the pussy
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. Lay 'em up like. Swish, swish, bish. Another one in the basket. Can't touch this. Another one in the casket. Swish, swish, bish. Your game is tired. You should retire. You're 'bout as cute as. An old
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Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too
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Swish, swish, bish. Another one in the basket. ♪. ♪. Swish, swish, bish. Another one in the basket. Can't touch this. Another one in the casket. They know what is, know what is, know-know what is
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. Start a discussion to pick a singer. This one, you'll love it, I had to bring her. Just let the speakers take you away. Chorus. And drop the needle on Dusty. Frost on the leaves like a lake. The moment
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Song Dusty Skies - Willie Nelson. Dusty skies. I can't see nothing in sight. Good old Dan. You'll have to guide me right. For we lose our way. The cattle will stray. And we lose them all
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Bài hát Dusty - Kings Of Leon. Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be
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Bài hát Dusty - Kings Of Leon. Dusty and you are, dirty from chain. Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape. Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave. I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be
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Bài hát Dusty Mirror - Nano. We used to get through endless nights by counting stars. The shined inside a dusty mirror. and every shooting star that lit the darkened sky. Would tell of all the
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Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too
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(Irish folk song sang by Dusty on her TV show in 1967). . Where Lagan stream sings lullaby. There grows a young man fair. The twilight gleam is in his eye. The night is on his hair. And like a
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