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Faux - Two lone swordsmen
Loved the showroom laughter
Friday night before
Count five and a little wreckless
On fur lined floor
Played the sinful rhythms
Made me want to know
Then she turned
And whispered softly
I don't do faux
She's like a tornado
Took me by surprise
X O sugar champagne and powders
I closed my eyes
In her cross bone sweater
As she had to go
Pushed the door closed
And shouted loudly
I don't do faux
She's like a tornado
Took me by surprise
X O sugar champagne and powders
I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
Surpor rise
She's like a tornado
She's like a tornado
She's like a tornado
She's like a tornado
I closed my eyes
Closed my eyes
Closed my eyes
Closed my eyes
Closed my eyes
Closed my eyes