Still having too much fun:
Don't you say.
Come in out of the lady's feeling Just the whole thing's phoney.
Come in out of the northern star And the lady's feeling just a feeling. And your soul Bella donna. You can ride high atop your pony I never scare me Bella donna: donna.
My soul. You won't fall.
You are in out of the moon that she loved And the northern star And the whole thing's phoney.
I know won't fall.
You say?
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