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Feet in the water is not cold enough. You're not woman enough. Inside your daughter is not warm enough and you're not woman enough, no. Don't compromise what's gold for the soul you never sold, for the soul you never sold, no, no. So, I follow you down this road. Will you drive? Well, you can't let go so, hold on to years ago. Cold as a lover. Don't you wanna stay, love? Breath from another and I'll have my way. Inside your daughter, you can never hold what you can't let go 'cause he wants it so. She'd sell her own mother just to make a dime before closing time when he tells her so. Don't compromise what's gold for the soul you never sold, for the soul you never sold, no, no. So, I follow you down this road. Will you drive? Well, you can't let go. So long to years ago. She said she wanted me to hit it, but I said I wasn't with it. Eyes red, thighs spread. Better come get it while it's hot. The goods, I got. Nevermind my bad credit. Told me how she was soaking wet and I'm the one who wet it. Can't lie, I sweat it, but I knew that if I ran through that it's up the creek I'm headed. Body was there without no sight nor vision still embedded, but I knew for fucking sure that in the morning I'd regret it. Had to debt it. I jetted. He got me hooked 'til I was shooking in the middle of the game. Teary eyes. Touch my thighs. Future high, you'll be my aim. Could have kept it, but I left it embedded instead of it dissecting me. Free spirit, I feared it, but steered it to clear it, the stress in me. Possessing me, the chemistry. Mother want me in the ministry where misery influenced me. Corruption claiming custody. And I knew this time, I had to feel the pain. It was needed so I'd see what caused deception in the game. Don't compromise what's gold for the soul you never sold, for the soul you never sold, no, no, no. So, I follow you down this road. Will you drive? Well, you can't let go so, hold on to years ago. I'll try to understand when you're down on your knees in front of a man. I'll try to understand, no. Don't compromise what's gold for the soul you never sold, for the soul you never sold, girl.
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