by the fires of kremi'lah
you shall be my khashi-dah
i've been in sand for nearly ever
wont you brush my hair and leather?
we'll go on a trip, just you and me
if we get bored, i got this cd
the wind, it whips.
take my milk in sips.
don't mistake my smile for foreplay
evan pritts is in your doorway
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hi. It's becca. from berkeley and ny.
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