She has a mother who loves her
And me to meet the need
Struggling under me
Or under the thumb of social status
I can assure you, love
My lips will bless and soothe
What my words could not
I would anchor myself to your floor
As you anchor yourself to me
She sings sweetly
As our society becomes one of only importance
Chipped-nail lifestyle maintenance
With a high-life dream
I can lift you there within minutes
What does your Heaven feel like?
I want to realize the same view...
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