Ti guardo venire, le guance rosse, la bocca aperta e l'ultimo pensiero lucido è: voglio solo riempirla con la mia lingua.
So, baby, I'm not an angel.
I put red lights and red thoughs.
Grab my red hair and...
Are you angry or hungry?
I'm really not an angel
I know my sins
the best is you but I don't know you in this way. Not yet.
What do you want now?
Close your eyes or grab your...red light?
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