Rumours are that
You got tumour in ya heart
Instead of l’amour d’été
I know tu me déteste
Wanna escape wanna leave
Comme tu veux dear, c’est toi!
I’ll be ya mirror you’ll break never free
But you’ll never be freer sans moi
Wanna see me? Come here
Wanna hear me? Call me
Wanna touch me? Spoon me
Wanna f* me? Secret recipe!
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