You're chatting to me, like we connect, but I don't even know if we're still friends. It's so confusing, understanding you is making me not want to do and think things like: 'I know I should do', but I trip up and then I lose. I hate looking like a fool, I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy. I just want your kiss. I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy. I just want your kiss. The lights are on and someone's home, I'm not sure if they're alone. There's someone else inside my head, living there too fills me with dread. This paranoia is distressing, but I spend most of my night guessing: are we not, are we together? Will this make our lives much better? I'm not in love, I just wanna be touched, I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy. I just want your kiss. I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy. I just want your kiss. Wops! I think I've got too close, 'cause now he's telling me I'm girl that he likes most. Now I messed up, it's not the first time. I'm not saying you're not on my mind. I hope that you don't think I'm unkind... I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy. I just want your kiss. I just want your kiss boy, kiss boy, kiss boy. I just want your kiss...
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Ma perchè lei vuole baciare Steve Hurkel?
Perché le fa sesso. Sui gusti non ce se sputa, disse quello che magnea la m***a. Dovresti vedere quello che desidero io da ormai troppi mesi. Ma soprattutto dovresti vedere il Kleenex. Chi non guardava otto sotto un tetto.
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