Don't bend over like that,
Cause you give me a thrill.
Even in summer I get a chill,
I start looking for my little blue pill,
Can't catch my breath, like a fish without gills,
I can't help myself I start losing my will,
And something starts growing, oh yeah, wanna feel?
Don Juan Tenorio
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