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Her Space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of grace and favour
Her femininity to savour
Oh how I adore her space
Her secret nook and cranny
Oh how I adore her space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of lace and French silk
Her blood red nails and her thighs of milk
Oh how I adore her space
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