Whitby

To say goodbye
 The French say is to die
 A little, your health is so sexy
 Hey pony, can you it for me
 Calico agreement, left-hand shake it's magic
 Valentine customers, and the flaw in the plan was the plan
 Prepare to take them as you find them, look behind them
 Dead sea fruit, ingénue, between a gardening shoe
 Smells like grilled hair and warm thrills, from a sweet tooth necklace, strong strumpet
 Pony school, phony pool, sisters impossible, do it for me
 Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath, forever
 Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath, forever
 Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath, forever
 Nothing is moving, everything is motionless, it's like the air, is trying to hold its breath