September 28, 2014

Come on down to Deira...



Nice blog, pretty baby, crazy words
-no need to know what they mean-

They're special, just for you.
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White letters baking powder on the clouds,
Cookin' up a dream,
Turnin' diamonds into light.
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I feel you, pretty baby, feel me,
Turn it up hot, lovin' you is free.

I like it down, like it down way low,
But you already know that, you already know.
.

Come on down to Deira
I got somethin' for ya.

We could see the TV,
On the remote, baby, oh yeah.

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Come on down to Deira,
Yeah, you, yeah, you,
And all my DR friends

Yeah, you, yeah, you. 
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(You believe me, don't you baby?)
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A.

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