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Every night I go
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
There's something about the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me
What would my mama do
If she knew about me and you?
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless
There's something about the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me
What would my mama do
If she knew about me and you?
Annons