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it's difficult not to worry about what happens next certain looks sort out confused looks and certain looks sport confused looks and I watched us talking in the mirror and you put on that look that says this little star wishes she weren't single it is the eye that catches me a man protesting his worth it is the year that catches you putting the shake on your words you are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate you can almost taste it we'll be gone be morning or be together by then(x2) and I believe every woman has made up her mind to win From Letras Mania