Fascination
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Lyrics
Her teeth are as white as the meat of an apple Her lips are like dark, ripe plums I love her Her hair is a midnight mass A dusky aurora I love her And because her skin is the brown Of an oakley, thin autumn But a softer color I want to kiss her
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:27
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 84 BPM