- Man, let's go over there...
- Square is our atmosphere...
- Into our coffeeshop...
- Together we pop...
- Don't you dare to speak with me in English...
- There's our kiss without a wish...
- Know that people can't understand...
- That by the bridge we do bend...
- Wanna an ice-cream...
- Major spleen...
- Outside a dream...
- Russian language to communicate...
- You and me never late...
- There's candy by your coat...
- Inside it we both awoke...
- Again the lips...
- Moving hips...
- Tattoos by leg right...
- Spot I our sunlight...
- Hold me tight...
- Way more than a simple dance...
- Our mutual romance..
- By Saint Petersburg flying like a dragon...
- Not feel we as some ancient Baron...
- Lions to us together stare...
- Something that together we do bare...
- By the room...
- Windows opening gates' moon..
- Movement being made...
- We're each other's slave...
- Thy soul being Portuguese...
- Your heart delicious as cheese...
- Together we do melt...
- Not caring about floor's belt....
- Tell me something new...
- Wanna feel both our legacy's as true...
- Entering and exiting as some laid science...
- In between our romance...
- There's our voodoo smile...
- Just for a while...
- Clothes being by the floor...
- Working for number 4...
- Again hold me tight...
- Definitely seems right...
- There's pleonasm...
- No cataplasm...
- Circling our infinite orgasm...
- Together inside a spasm...
- In the flat field...
- We're what we both feel...
- My hair long by your left shoulder...
- Feel way bolder...
- Awake in me...
- No melancholy...
- Thy big hands feel I...
- Eyes bearing no lie...
- Being us both lost in a Dostoevsky's book...
- When again you give me that lustful look...
- By the cuisine..
- No need to dream..
- Candy's by the fridge..
- Strawberries inside our mouths are at ease...
- Cherry does pop...
- Again to the top...
- There's no need for art...
- Where there's our essence, there's our heart...
- Let's not forget the cocktail...
- Hitting harder than a nail...
- Our together breath...
- Makes me sweat...
- Love when you tell me this:
"Hate number 6"
"Let's skip till 10"
"You know that we can"
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