7 February 2008
Little Joanna's got big blue eyes
Coconut cream and coffee colored thighs
I could die lying in her arms
Where castles are made of sand
We start to dance
But only the music is bleating when cricke
We ran past strawberry fields and smelled the summer time,
When it gets dark I'll hold your body close to mine,
And Then we'll find some wood and hell we'll build a fire,
And then we'll find som
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