.Honey suckle in the air, breeze blowing through your hair>
Hundred stars hanging high, under your still tide up
In every move you make, baby I'm your DJ
Your my favorite song, won't you let me sing-a-long
Sittin' right here, out here in the middle of nowhere
I swear I never s.
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