Think I,
Think I
What did I,
Did I do
Giving my heart,
My heart to you,
What did I,
Did I do it?
Just saw you,
Saw you,
Saw you and fell in love,
In love with you
A young girl
So dreamy and imaginative,
So beautiful and lovely
Giving my heart,
My heart to you.
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Is doing the rounds,Who has but what,Black moneyOr white money,White moneyOr black money,Black and white,White and black?
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Oh, my God,She is beautiful,Very beautiful,I said it to myself!