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[08 Oct 2009|08:04pm] |
Loretta, she's my ballroom gal, wears those sevens on her sleeve. Dances like a diamond shines, tells me lies I long to believe. Her age is always 22, her laughin' eyes a hazel hue. Spends my money like waterfalls, loves me like I want her to, she loves me like I want her to.
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