Pelo ho tsamaya thoteng tse tjheleng
Mahlo ho bona what is damn tough bottled
You magnify visions into great battles
Hearts suffer beats that one can not handle
Curvaceouse as to the ends of the earth
You are such a lovely birth
You're rich out and touch somebody's inside hand
Leave drum beat the love song of your own band
Making love is tha thought that never bend
He bet a bed will be a better place
keeping that momentum with a perfect pace
I yearn to touch the smell of that same cake
Not to mention the gladness I'll be to have a 1 take
Of a natural born bake
I wish that Kay_Be Kate
The son you'll Make
Only Because You're.....
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