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Parade The Perfume

's contract more than favors The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard Graffiti

's contract more than favors The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of the Swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard Graffiti

of the drawer where the frail girl couldn't think to live "I didn't shake you to hurt you" I never planned it before I can't shake off your perfume,

I still see tailights in the dark I still smell your perfume in the air This is where a fool would fall apart But i aint going there Chorus: Wont go

of the drawer where the frail girl couldn't think to live "I didn't shake you to hurt you" I never planned it before I can't shake off your perfume,

chivalry outranks commotion on the roads most common tread, and on those boots, the clicking heels, the dreams, the angel starts to fly, to masquerade the world's parade

Up from suffocate seaweed The perfumed cushions cascading That wave Pushed me into your skin Where I bathed in the promises Giddy with planets parading

(Shhhh!) Jajaja Baby escoje lo que quieras Lo que mas te guste lo tendras Uoh oh, Louis Vuitton, Cartera Gouche Gafitas Prada, Perfume Dolce & Gabbana

meto (Shhhh!) Jajaja Baby escoje lo que quieras Lo que mas te guste lo tendras Uoh oh, Louis Vuitton, Cartera Gouche Gafitas Prada, Perfume Dolce & Gabbana