Hands down
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
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