radio song
lightly... in the absent stronghold of her exquisite mind; and, oddly, his wildest dreams, disappeared; disappeared also all his interests, due to a radio song; a vicious one, reflecting love's phases and fears;
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if loving you is a crime, (i'll always be guilty)
more than 1000 songs, have crayoned my skin over 1000 moans and longs, decoded my thoughts more than 1000 times, i listened to them some of them stirred my soul and wrote my moodiness if you try to infer me from 'em, don't feel as if you're sinning (skip it… skip me…), after all, you will find out, — (if loving you is a crime), (i'll always be guilty)
