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It begins with a thought
And my brain gets all fuzzy
My stomach starts to burn
The room is getting smaller
My palms are getting sweaty
I can feel my heart beating
The room is getting smaller
Take my hand
Help me switch
Get me some
Piñacolalove
My gums are starting to bleed
You are too cute to be true
You are just what I need
The room is getting smaller
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