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Pretty Girls Make Graves 3 Away

Too often we sit back and take what life gives us Like holding a bad hand of cards Always folding instead of raising the stakes Never wanna bluff and

Too often we sit back and take what life gives us Like holding a bad hand of cards Always folding instead of raising the stakes Never wanna bluff

pain Hating the rain We all get wet And pretty much when you close to death I think you live by the gun You die by the judge And if my girl have

oh so flirty I oh came against Didn't say excuse Knew what I was doing We looked very fine As we were leaving As we were leaving as we were making love, As we were making love, we we making

oh so flirty I oh came against Didn't say excuse Knew what I was doing We looked very fine As we were leaving As we were leaving as we were making love, As we were making love, we we making

in his trench coat and them clothes again, Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin. I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin, Show

in his trench coat and them clothes again, Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin. I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin, Show me